30/09/2026
You packed the Hilux, the 2M’s are cold,
The road to Barra is taking its toll.
Goats by the roadside, sand getting deep,
“Don’t worry, my bakkie can handle this” — famous last words to keep. 😂
Tyres go down, egos go high,
“My Ford would’ve made it.” — sure, buddy, sure, nice try.
A few more kilometres, a little more sand,
And suddenly everyone’s got recovery gear on hand.
Dust in your hair, sweat on your brow,
You’ve questioned your life choices at least twice by now.
Then Barra appears and the complaining can cease,
Because Neptune’s is waiting — cold drinks and peace. 🌴
Park that bakkie, your driving is done,
Grab a 2M’s and welcome the fun.
Then shower, white sheets, and a proper night’s sleep
Because tomorrow, the beach is yours to keep. 🛏️🌊