But then came Saturday, and i had to go and show my quivering lip and it's little growth the 3 highest peaks on Table Mountain for the anual 3 Peaks Challenge. Check out the profile pick, I promise there is a Mo somewhere out there in the mist. This is what transpired:
- Men with Mo's run faster.
- Mo-men are stronger than those hairless lip dwellers.
- With a Mo, you can just keep on going.
- The mountain comes to the Mo, not the Mo to the mountain
- Rain waits for a Mo-man to finish, before it starts raining cats and dogs
So on Sunday it was back to resting the Mo, which was good as a Mo needs time to cultivate the upper lip in peace and quiet.
Today has been one constant up-down, down-up eye balling by the lovely woman of Cape Town. They truly have no shame when it come to admiring a well groomed Mo, totally shamelessly staring.
Be sure to watch this space on Wednesday, as I am boldly taking my Mo to where few brave Mo-men dare to go.......
Till then, let the good times grow
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