At the end of Ostrich Farm we were given our bicycles. I am use to my bike back home let’s say! I forgot how hard the seat on a bike is…Ouch! Lay and I got on our bikes and were ready for our 12 k ride home. Did I mention Lay’s fear of bikes? Yeah, she is not a fan and this bike ride was probably not the best option for beating a fear considering we were riding on the highway. First minute on the bike was downhill.. I fly down the hill no problem. As I am waiting at the bottom, I see lay breaking all the way down! I went to get off my bike to make sure she was okay. Well, as my leg swung around I hit my bike seat, which originally was not fully attached. Yup my bike seat is now off the bike and the only thing I could sit on was the silver pole…Yeah not happening! Of course this is the one-day I left my cell phone back at the hostel but thank God Lay had her phone. We got a hold of the bike man and he said he would be here soon. So here Lay and I are sitting on the side of the road out in the middle of nowhere! Only in South Africa! After waiting some time, the bike guy got there and gave me a new bike. Alright, we were feeling confident again, Back on the Bikes! Well not even three minutes go by and a truck is trying to pass us on our bikes. With the sound and the current you feel Lay got nervous and ran into my bike. Both of us on the ground with only a broken chain…Perfect, two girls who do not know how to fix a bike. We finally figured it out and got back on the road.
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