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Graz / Stattegg




Today I took part in the C2 race in Graz Stattegg. The track there is a very long, steep climb and a downhill, interrupted only by two short passes uphill, which is not me particularly.
I got a good start and was the first 6 to 9 laps 4 Position. Unfortunately I could not keep this pace and fell back to finish the 6th position. Nevertheless, I am
very satisfied with this result, as I showed at the beginning of the race a good performance.

Ride on,
Vadim

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welcome party in Lubanzi

This weekend is a report on the latest news from Lubanzi. Next week we are back again with news from Mpame ...

So. In Lubanzi we have bought a house that we now repurpose into a backpackers. Unfortunately, there is only the house, and not the land on which it stands. The land belongs to the Xhosa, the local people. And here you can not just buy land, because here rules the tribal law. To be granted the land, we must first reach agreement with the tribal elders. Then we need the stamp of Headman on our contract of buying a house. We then go to Tribal Authorities, the meeting of all Head's in the region. There, we must obtain from all the heads of the authorization and the Tribal Authorities stamp. And with all these stamps, we will wear our contract to Land Affairs, where we apply formally for our piece of land. The processing of this application takes three to you as eight years. It was supposed to last three months, but the wheels of bureaucracy turn very slowly here. However, once our application is deposited, we can sometimes soothes the hands rub. For the next three to eight years, no one can dictate to us what we are officially "under request. Ha.

The first step is to obtain a stamp from the Headman. Which one gets only if the community agrees. So we must first know the community and ask for permission to whether we are allowed to operate a business in their village, and whether they agree that this piece of land around the house belongs to us. Friday before a Week we had a first meeting with the people from the immediate surroundings and the Vice-Headman. At this meeting we were told that we, according to the Xhosa tradition, as new residents have to throw a party for the whole village. This is part of the recording process in a rural community. Aidan and I swallowed once empty. Party on how many guests are we talking here? Must we slaughter a cow? This is expensive ... But the village council was merciful to us, and they have written the same the whole shopping list. Ah, just chicken, no cow, thank God. And a couple cases of beer and two bottles of cognac. That we can cope. It was agreed that the large village meeting and the welcome party on Friday 7. May, should take place. The women would then pick up the morning shopping with us and prepare the food, so we do not need us to care. Wonderful.

On Thursday we drove to Mthatha, to withdraw money and make purchases. At the entrance to the city was again ne police check, and they waved me to get out again. What are they all just against my Beetle? But anyway, I've now finally have a valid license. The policeman looked at the glue on my windshield (the license), and then said, yes ma'am, but have not the license plates the same number as the license is recorded. Sip. What, how, where? Even Aidan was lost for words. I told ui sorry, you know, I'm a tourist, I can describe the car papers just on my name and I did not know that it changes the identification number. The policeman said, ok, take the number plates now on the same, and now you are in Mthatha new signs. I said, yes, yes ok thank you, and we were without number plates from the dust. Arrrgh. Thank God I knew where you could get number plates, just to give us yet again there first traffic department sent a copy of my car documents to request, and so half the day passed until we finally, new, and properly marked, make our purchases.

The 2 bottles Cognag and the 12 loaves of bread we bought in town in the supermarket. The rest we bought in a department store: 40kg of chicken, 2 cases of beer, 3 beer crates local brand (in Tetra-Pack), 24-2l bottles of soft drink (Coke, Fanta, etc.). So my old VW Beetle was as full as it could only be. The local beer ferment in Tetra Pack is still on, and every time we rattled over a pothole, hissed the beer packs to us. It sounded as if we had a bunch of snakes in the car. Well we were not far, after about 10km rose suddenly from the engine. As the matter now?! Aidan jumped out of the car and opened the hood and shouted, quickly disconnecting power to the battery! I said, very funny you joker, as are written on grade 5 cans of beer and 40 chicken! He said, then give me a rag, fast, Fire! Oh, that again already. A week ago we have already blown a cable. Now another cable caught fire - once any short circuit. Fortunately we had just bought a new cable (to the other completely melted thing to replace, we had simply been wrapped with tape), and so Aidan could repair the damage an emergency basis. Then we had to push the car, however - the starter was broken. But driving the car, and we managed to get home. Huff. The hissing of beer in the garage, and finally relax.

On Friday was then so instead of the party. Sun at eleven clock times we walked slowly to the kindergarten high, but there were not many people there. The members of the newly founded village council took Aidan and me aside to again to discuss our business plan, and what jumps out for the locals. We told them that is not expected in the first three years to really be an asset and a profit-sharing, therefore, hardly makes sense, but that we can offer you job offers, for example, their handicrafts here sell Backpackers or the local fishermen contact if we score here want to have like a leader. The village council agreed to this. When enough people had gathered, they opened the meeting, and the village council told the people what we do here and that we want to work with them. Then she serves the drinks we had bought, and said that all food and drink come from us as a gift for the villagers. All were enthusiastic. One by one a few people were on to also say something, and most of them were statements like "since they now belong to us they are our relatives and we must preserve and protect their home and their things." And so it goes here. Then the meeting ended and opened the party. Drinks were distributed, distributed beers, and the old men went with the Cognac bottles through the crowd and handed shots. I sometimes sat with the women, sometimes with Aidan, sometimes with Sabelo, our translator. People were drunk and intoxicated, and the more they drank, the louder they became. The women began to clap and dance. The food was handed out two pieces of bread and two pieces of chicken on a paper plate. The men were served first, and what they did not they passed the children. Clock to half past four in the afternoon we sat in front of the children's garden on the hill and talked to people. And so we are now officially the village community. The party has given us the edge was 1500 (150 €), and it brings us to protect and support and acceptance of local residents. I think the It is definitely worth it. :-)

One of the village elders will now go to the Headman for us to pick up the stamp. As soon as I stamped my documents, I'll take care of the meeting with Tribal Authorities.

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How do I replace my bathroom roof?

Welcome to DIY lesson of April, this is the new edition of this wonderful and lehhreichen show with our star presenter Aidan. The April issue is, how do I replace my bathroom roof?

Well, quite simple. First, of course, the wood slats are torn down. Since there is no crowbar, you take your old one spade, it works. First, the tar residues are carved on the roof, so that the spade can be inserted between the boards. Then you use the spade as a lever to the boards to tear off its hinges. Can be a problem if the nails are rusted. Aidan DIY Tip: Keep trying. If all boards must
off the new metal roof panels are prepared: First wash, then paint (on the bottom), then cut to the ... ööööh ... jesses ... how do you say to that in German? Angle Grinder. Aidan says: cut the sheet itself, but let the henchman on the roof measure the length and curve. Sun will then lifted the sheets on the roof (note: please do not perform construction work in cases of heavy wind, it's dangerous.) And placed in the correct position. Huge hammer and nails' income. (And do not banging Rachel let that get no nails are longer than 2cm in a board in) Then the next panel -. it must be the first by about 10 cm overlap. All sheets nailed. Then the end they must be cut straight, and go! (Plaster work inside the house the women left.) :-)

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funeral Manzamnyama

Manzamnyama Today we were in for a funeral. Babalwas mother last week of tuberculosis died. Out here TB seems to be a much bigger problem than AIDS ... Babalwas mother had long been ill, I did not know her well but she always looked very tired.

Aidan and I arrived at the house as the festivities were already in full swing. They had set up a large tent in the garden, and there sat hundreds of villagers. Aidan asked, and where we sit down? I said, well, I here (at the women on the ground) and you there (with the men on the chairs). It took barely five minutes since I saw another man behind Aidan fro that led him into the tent, where sat the more important men, and assigned him a seat at the end of the series. The women around me sent me in that direction and I also moved closer to the action and sit next to Aidan on the floor. Back in the tent were the clergy, and the coffin was laid out there. On the right side of the tent wall sat along the more important men, the village elders and such. Links were the women who belong to the same church as the deceased. They were all wearing long, blue and white robes and white hats, almost like Baker covers, and sang songs between the verbal thunderstorms of the clergy. The rest of the tent was filled with women who were sitting close together, shoulder to shoulder, on the ground. Further out still other men sat on chairs along the fence, but In the tent were practically only women. The clergy thundered their speeches in the round, sometimes clapping people, sometimes they laughed, and then the church women voted again to a song. Their voices are still chasing me goose bumps on his arms. As she capalla a five-part sing it, and to beat the drum and a few bowls and rattles. After about three-quarters of an hour seemed to be over the show, and people got up and went out into the field. I could not see much because I was in the middle between the women. Hundreds of feet through the high stress the grass. The wind tugging at her skirts. The grave is located in the field, a big hole, and at the bottom of the hole a second, smaller one. To the grave and the Coffin stood around men. The women were sitting further back in the field. According to another thunderous response from the priest, the coffin was lifted into the small hole down, and then they put a few posts over the transverse hole and a few straw mats on the posts. And then they filled the big hole with soil. The young men grabbed a shovel and started digging, and when one was slower when another came from behind to relieve him. Aidan was with the men at the grave. I was sitting further back with the women, about the same height with Babalwa, who like other spectators sat anonymously in the crowd, still as a statue. Next to it there stood the church women, and while the men were shoveling a the clergy and the choir heitzte, threw more thunderous words to the crowd and left the woman choir sing a song again. When the grave was shoveled were on the women and walked past the grave, and each threw a handful of earth on it. Then they went back to the tent, and on the way there they washed their hands in a large washtub.

When all gathered again in the tent, the women began to issue food. They formed a long line and passed the cup on to the Theatre of the men had eaten up all the men. While the full plate still left in the hands of the immigrant women who migrated to the empty right back into the kitchen. An assembly line of women. Then came the tea and bread. And finally Amarheu, a local drink. And were operated only when all the men and already started to get up and go, the women came to the series, which all along had been sitting patiently in a tent on the ground. And again everything from the beginning. Aidan and I have always special, I got a plate of food were served during the men, and we sat side by side on the floor and shared a plate. No matter how often you refuse, you still get food - it is impossible to say no. And probably rude. Behind the tent, in the two houses (the House of Babalwas family), the children played. And everywhere, dogs running around. So many people. All were delighted that Aidan and I took part, many women came and shook my hand and asked how I was and where I live and where I come from.

Since most men were already broken up, we decided that we would probably now be allowed to go too. We said goodbye to Babalwa, which was still busy in the kitchen, and started on the way back through the village. It's funny - I've seen anyone cry. The death seems to live simply for belonging. He is not as avoidable as in our Western civilization. Here, people just come to die. And life goes on.