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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-22 · 05:17 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles – One

Bilbo Baggins said something along the lines of: ‘One ought to be very careful when one steps out of one’s door, as one never knows where one may end up.’

I stepped out of the proverbial door with the intention of getting horribly drunk at the local pub, which was conveniently within walking distance. I was doing just this when someone I’d had a nodding acquaintance with ten years back in the army, walked into the pub.

We were both not working me by choice because I had just sold my house and inherited a nice sum of money, Trevor because he couldn’t find work at that time. Anyway, Trevor had heard that, somewhere in Pretoria, a company was looking for men with operational experience to train troops in some African country, and they were paying very well – in Dollars! He had a contact name: Sergeant Pelsur, a company name: Executive Something, and a telephone number he was too bloody scared to act on. Well, I’m not known to be a man who sits on his hands, so after a good few drinks, off we went to my girlfriend’s house to make the call. All went well and an appointment was set up for the following day.

This, by the way, was Monday. I gave Trevor some money for petrol and booze and we both tried to find our old army records. My girlfriend Charmaine came home and I told her the news. She took it quite well but her 17-year-old daughter, Samantha, was none too happy. And that is another tale with a Devil’s Tail attached. The next morning, after my customary breakfast of a six-pack and a few shots of vodka……. to be continued

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-22 · 05:17 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles – One

Bilbo Baggins said something along the lines of: ‘One ought to be very careful when one steps out of one’s door, as one never knows where one may end up.’

I stepped out of the proverbial door with the intention of getting horribly drunk at the local pub, which was conveniently within walking distance. I was doing just this when someone I’d had a nodding acquaintance with ten years back in the army, walked into the pub.

We were both not working me by choice because I had just sold my house and inherited a nice sum of money, Trevor because he couldn’t find work at that time. Anyway, Trevor had heard that, somewhere in Pretoria, a company was looking for men with operational experience to train troops in some African country, and they were paying very well – in Dollars! He had a contact name: Sergeant Pelsur, a company name: Executive Something, and a telephone number he was too bloody scared to act on. Well, I’m not known to be a man who sits on his hands, so after a good few drinks, off we went to my girlfriend’s house to make the call. All went well and an appointment was set up for the following day.

This, by the way, was Monday. I gave Trevor some money for petrol and booze and we both tried to find our old army records. My girlfriend Charmaine came home and I told her the news. She took it quite well but her 17-year-old daughter, Samantha, was none too happy. And that is another tale with a Devil’s Tail attached. The next morning, after my customary breakfast of a six-pack and a few shots of vodka……. to be continued

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-22 · 05:17 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles – One

Bilbo Baggins said something along the lines of: ‘One ought to be very careful when one steps out of one’s door, as one never knows where one may end up.’

I stepped out of the proverbial door with the intention of getting horribly drunk at the local pub, which was conveniently within walking distance. I was doing just this when someone I’d had a nodding acquaintance with ten years back in the army, walked into the pub.

We were both not working me by choice because I had just sold my house and inherited a nice sum of money, Trevor because he couldn’t find work at that time. Anyway, Trevor had heard that, somewhere in Pretoria, a company was looking for men with operational experience to train troops in some African country, and they were paying very well – in Dollars! He had a contact name: Sergeant Pelsur, a company name: Executive Something, and a telephone number he was too bloody scared to act on. Well, I’m not known to be a man who sits on his hands, so after a good few drinks, off we went to my girlfriend’s house to make the call. All went well and an appointment was set up for the following day.

This, by the way, was Monday. I gave Trevor some money for petrol and booze and we both tried to find our old army records. My girlfriend Charmaine came home and I told her the news. She took it quite well but her 17-year-old daughter, Samantha, was none too happy. And that is another tale with a Devil’s Tail attached. The next morning, after my customary breakfast of a six-pack and a few shots of vodka……. to be continued

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-22 · 05:17 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles – One

Bilbo Baggins said something along the lines of: ‘One ought to be very careful when one steps out of one’s door, as one never knows where one may end up.’

I stepped out of the proverbial door with the intention of getting horribly drunk at the local pub, which was conveniently within walking distance. I was doing just this when someone I’d had a nodding acquaintance with ten years back in the army, walked into the pub.

We were both not working me by choice because I had just sold my house and inherited a nice sum of money, Trevor because he couldn’t find work at that time. Anyway, Trevor had heard that, somewhere in Pretoria, a company was looking for men with operational experience to train troops in some African country, and they were paying very well – in Dollars! He had a contact name: Sergeant Pelsur, a company name: Executive Something, and a telephone number he was too bloody scared to act on. Well, I’m not known to be a man who sits on his hands, so after a good few drinks, off we went to my girlfriend’s house to make the call. All went well and an appointment was set up for the following day.

This, by the way, was Monday. I gave Trevor some money for petrol and booze and we both tried to find our old army records. My girlfriend Charmaine came home and I told her the news. She took it quite well but her 17-year-old daughter, Samantha, was none too happy. And that is another tale with a Devil’s Tail attached. The next morning, after my customary breakfast of a six-pack and a few shots of vodka……. to be continued

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-21 · 08:59 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles Intro

The Chinese have a CURSE, “May you live in interesting times.” I have had an interesting life! For various reasons I began to write some of my adventures down. This was the very first and I began writing The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief in 1999…..

This is a new version with a new introduction and added information that I gathered since then.

The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief – Angola.

The year is 1993, newly divorced and even more “newly” moved in with a woman, Charmaine was a very long suffering lady. We had lived together lest that one month when I decided to show her Barberton. Part of my very dual Gemini existence is knowing about places like Barberton. My paternal Grandfather was a miner, mainly working on the mines around Barberton area. So while growing up in a big city, I spent a lot of my school holidays with my Grandfather. He was like I am now, always lived way out of even a small town. He had a man servant that followed him around, from place to place, he was too a Gypsy, who had the unusual name of Chop-and-Dagger. Old man that had those blue rings around his eyes. My Grandfather used to have a whole case of cold drinks for me, and Chop-and-Dagger feed me meat and pap. Used to sit in his Kia with other Black grownups and sometimes a kid I could play with, there was just Bush for miles. In the day I was just left to my own devices; I was taken down the mines some times but not often. My Grandfather was a licensed Blaster, obviously, so like in Jaluka’s song, African Sky Blue, I have seen the ‘smoking rock face mummer”! I ran around that Bush catching all sorts of little animals, but my passion was snakes. My Grandfather was terrified of snakes as was Chop-and-Dagger.

As an adult I often went back to Barberton an interesting town with a rich history. The first Gold Rust and, believe it or not the first South African Stock Exchange. The Coco Pans over the mountain and into Swaziland…. Grandfather told me how people froze to death in them. Apparently an illegal ride into Swaziland in the late afternoon was the in thing. But. At night the Pans stopped, if you were in one high in the mountains, frozen, gets cold at night in the Lowveld.

Outside of Barberton is a small Hotel, it was called The Bougainvillea Hotel, stayed there often. One day decided to take Charmaine up there to show her the beautiful Bush. We stayed at the old hotel but it had recently been bought and renamed, The Digger’s Retreat. In the small bar we met the owner, Vic. He bought not only the hotel but a Gold Claim too. Yes you can still buy them, back then anyway. He had a plan that was just off the ground. He took his guests panning for gold. Not the fake kak like at Pilgrim’s Rest, the real McCoy! Now if you get caught with raw gold in South Africa, you will sit in jail longer than if you shot you neighbour dead. Gold and diamonds have always been very well… controlled. Vic had the Claim and therefore he was allowed to have raw gold. He had already found some tiny nuggets, had them in a pill bottle. Good deal. Take a tourist panning, they pay to stay at the hotel, bar and food, then pay to do a Gold Panning Tour and finally, if they do find gold, they HAVE to give it to Vic.

The claim was not far and he had the owner of a 4×4 on his payroll to take them out. Most important was Dannie. This guy was out of a Jock of the Bushveld story! Seriously. Old guy, who knows how old, no one knows, not even Dannie. He left home as a kid and went panning for gold here. A real life God damn Digger! Vic was ex-military and we got on fine, he then said if I want to, I could come and stay here, do the marketing and photography, learn to pan and help Dannie. Ok, I can do this.

Charmian. Long suffering Charmaine my brand new girlfriend. Now to drive back , 3 hours or so, get kit and then back here sounded like a pain in the butt. So. I told Charmaine, she should go back, had to be at work on Monday anyhow, work the week and on Saturday next, bring my kit. She did just that. I stayed there for a few months, and have some stories for another time. Right now let’s get back to the Angola story.

Not a month went by and…. Well read on….. to be continued right here

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-21 · 08:59 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles Intro

The Chinese have a CURSE, “May you live in interesting times.” I have had an interesting life! For various reasons I began to write some of my adventures down. This was the very first and I began writing The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief in 1999…..

This is a new version with a new introduction and added information that I gathered since then.

The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief – Angola.

The year is 1993, newly divorced and even more “newly” moved in with a woman, Charmaine was a very long suffering lady. We had lived together lest that one month when I decided to show her Barberton. Part of my very dual Gemini existence is knowing about places like Barberton. My paternal Grandfather was a miner, mainly working on the mines around Barberton area. So while growing up in a big city, I spent a lot of my school holidays with my Grandfather. He was like I am now, always lived way out of even a small town. He had a man servant that followed him around, from place to place, he was too a Gypsy, who had the unusual name of Chop-and-Dagger. Old man that had those blue rings around his eyes. My Grandfather used to have a whole case of cold drinks for me, and Chop-and-Dagger feed me meat and pap. Used to sit in his Kia with other Black grownups and sometimes a kid I could play with, there was just Bush for miles. In the day I was just left to my own devices; I was taken down the mines some times but not often. My Grandfather was a licensed Blaster, obviously, so like in Jaluka’s song, African Sky Blue, I have seen the ‘smoking rock face mummer”! I ran around that Bush catching all sorts of little animals, but my passion was snakes. My Grandfather was terrified of snakes as was Chop-and-Dagger.

As an adult I often went back to Barberton an interesting town with a rich history. The first Gold Rust and, believe it or not the first South African Stock Exchange. The Coco Pans over the mountain and into Swaziland…. Grandfather told me how people froze to death in them. Apparently an illegal ride into Swaziland in the late afternoon was the in thing. But. At night the Pans stopped, if you were in one high in the mountains, frozen, gets cold at night in the Lowveld.

Outside of Barberton is a small Hotel, it was called The Bougainvillea Hotel, stayed there often. One day decided to take Charmaine up there to show her the beautiful Bush. We stayed at the old hotel but it had recently been bought and renamed, The Digger’s Retreat. In the small bar we met the owner, Vic. He bought not only the hotel but a Gold Claim too. Yes you can still buy them, back then anyway. He had a plan that was just off the ground. He took his guests panning for gold. Not the fake kak like at Pilgrim’s Rest, the real McCoy! Now if you get caught with raw gold in South Africa, you will sit in jail longer than if you shot you neighbour dead. Gold and diamonds have always been very well… controlled. Vic had the Claim and therefore he was allowed to have raw gold. He had already found some tiny nuggets, had them in a pill bottle. Good deal. Take a tourist panning, they pay to stay at the hotel, bar and food, then pay to do a Gold Panning Tour and finally, if they do find gold, they HAVE to give it to Vic.

The claim was not far and he had the owner of a 4×4 on his payroll to take them out. Most important was Dannie. This guy was out of a Jock of the Bushveld story! Seriously. Old guy, who knows how old, no one knows, not even Dannie. He left home as a kid and went panning for gold here. A real life God damn Digger! Vic was ex-military and we got on fine, he then said if I want to, I could come and stay here, do the marketing and photography, learn to pan and help Dannie. Ok, I can do this.

Charmian. Long suffering Charmaine my brand new girlfriend. Now to drive back , 3 hours or so, get kit and then back here sounded like a pain in the butt. So. I told Charmaine, she should go back, had to be at work on Monday anyhow, work the week and on Saturday next, bring my kit. She did just that. I stayed there for a few months, and have some stories for another time. Right now let’s get back to the Angola story.

Not a month went by and…. Well read on….. to be continued right here

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-21 · 08:59 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles Intro

The Chinese have a CURSE, “May you live in interesting times.” I have had an interesting life! For various reasons I began to write some of my adventures down. This was the very first and I began writing The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief in 1999…..

This is a new version with a new introduction and added information that I gathered since then.

The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief – Angola.

The year is 1993, newly divorced and even more “newly” moved in with a woman, Charmaine was a very long suffering lady. We had lived together lest that one month when I decided to show her Barberton. Part of my very dual Gemini existence is knowing about places like Barberton. My paternal Grandfather was a miner, mainly working on the mines around Barberton area. So while growing up in a big city, I spent a lot of my school holidays with my Grandfather. He was like I am now, always lived way out of even a small town. He had a man servant that followed him around, from place to place, he was too a Gypsy, who had the unusual name of Chop-and-Dagger. Old man that had those blue rings around his eyes. My Grandfather used to have a whole case of cold drinks for me, and Chop-and-Dagger feed me meat and pap. Used to sit in his Kia with other Black grownups and sometimes a kid I could play with, there was just Bush for miles. In the day I was just left to my own devices; I was taken down the mines some times but not often. My Grandfather was a licensed Blaster, obviously, so like in Jaluka’s song, African Sky Blue, I have seen the ‘smoking rock face mummer”! I ran around that Bush catching all sorts of little animals, but my passion was snakes. My Grandfather was terrified of snakes as was Chop-and-Dagger.

As an adult I often went back to Barberton an interesting town with a rich history. The first Gold Rust and, believe it or not the first South African Stock Exchange. The Coco Pans over the mountain and into Swaziland…. Grandfather told me how people froze to death in them. Apparently an illegal ride into Swaziland in the late afternoon was the in thing. But. At night the Pans stopped, if you were in one high in the mountains, frozen, gets cold at night in the Lowveld.

Outside of Barberton is a small Hotel, it was called The Bougainvillea Hotel, stayed there often. One day decided to take Charmaine up there to show her the beautiful Bush. We stayed at the old hotel but it had recently been bought and renamed, The Digger’s Retreat. In the small bar we met the owner, Vic. He bought not only the hotel but a Gold Claim too. Yes you can still buy them, back then anyway. He had a plan that was just off the ground. He took his guests panning for gold. Not the fake kak like at Pilgrim’s Rest, the real McCoy! Now if you get caught with raw gold in South Africa, you will sit in jail longer than if you shot you neighbour dead. Gold and diamonds have always been very well… controlled. Vic had the Claim and therefore he was allowed to have raw gold. He had already found some tiny nuggets, had them in a pill bottle. Good deal. Take a tourist panning, they pay to stay at the hotel, bar and food, then pay to do a Gold Panning Tour and finally, if they do find gold, they HAVE to give it to Vic.

The claim was not far and he had the owner of a 4×4 on his payroll to take them out. Most important was Dannie. This guy was out of a Jock of the Bushveld story! Seriously. Old guy, who knows how old, no one knows, not even Dannie. He left home as a kid and went panning for gold here. A real life God damn Digger! Vic was ex-military and we got on fine, he then said if I want to, I could come and stay here, do the marketing and photography, learn to pan and help Dannie. Ok, I can do this.

Charmian. Long suffering Charmaine my brand new girlfriend. Now to drive back , 3 hours or so, get kit and then back here sounded like a pain in the butt. So. I told Charmaine, she should go back, had to be at work on Monday anyhow, work the week and on Saturday next, bring my kit. She did just that. I stayed there for a few months, and have some stories for another time. Right now let’s get back to the Angola story.

Not a month went by and…. Well read on….. to be continued right here

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-21 · 08:59 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles Intro

The Chinese have a CURSE, “May you live in interesting times.” I have had an interesting life! For various reasons I began to write some of my adventures down. This was the very first and I began writing The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief in 1999…..

This is a new version with a new introduction and added information that I gathered since then.

The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief – Angola.

The year is 1993, newly divorced and even more “newly” moved in with a woman, Charmaine was a very long suffering lady. We had lived together lest that one month when I decided to show her Barberton. Part of my very dual Gemini existence is knowing about places like Barberton. My paternal Grandfather was a miner, mainly working on the mines around Barberton area. So while growing up in a big city, I spent a lot of my school holidays with my Grandfather. He was like I am now, always lived way out of even a small town. He had a man servant that followed him around, from place to place, he was too a Gypsy, who had the unusual name of Chop-and-Dagger. Old man that had those blue rings around his eyes. My Grandfather used to have a whole case of cold drinks for me, and Chop-and-Dagger feed me meat and pap. Used to sit in his Kia with other Black grownups and sometimes a kid I could play with, there was just Bush for miles. In the day I was just left to my own devices; I was taken down the mines some times but not often. My Grandfather was a licensed Blaster, obviously, so like in Jaluka’s song, African Sky Blue, I have seen the ‘smoking rock face mummer”! I ran around that Bush catching all sorts of little animals, but my passion was snakes. My Grandfather was terrified of snakes as was Chop-and-Dagger.

As an adult I often went back to Barberton an interesting town with a rich history. The first Gold Rust and, believe it or not the first South African Stock Exchange. The Coco Pans over the mountain and into Swaziland…. Grandfather told me how people froze to death in them. Apparently an illegal ride into Swaziland in the late afternoon was the in thing. But. At night the Pans stopped, if you were in one high in the mountains, frozen, gets cold at night in the Lowveld.

Outside of Barberton is a small Hotel, it was called The Bougainvillea Hotel, stayed there often. One day decided to take Charmaine up there to show her the beautiful Bush. We stayed at the old hotel but it had recently been bought and renamed, The Digger’s Retreat. In the small bar we met the owner, Vic. He bought not only the hotel but a Gold Claim too. Yes you can still buy them, back then anyway. He had a plan that was just off the ground. He took his guests panning for gold. Not the fake kak like at Pilgrim’s Rest, the real McCoy! Now if you get caught with raw gold in South Africa, you will sit in jail longer than if you shot you neighbour dead. Gold and diamonds have always been very well… controlled. Vic had the Claim and therefore he was allowed to have raw gold. He had already found some tiny nuggets, had them in a pill bottle. Good deal. Take a tourist panning, they pay to stay at the hotel, bar and food, then pay to do a Gold Panning Tour and finally, if they do find gold, they HAVE to give it to Vic.

The claim was not far and he had the owner of a 4×4 on his payroll to take them out. Most important was Dannie. This guy was out of a Jock of the Bushveld story! Seriously. Old guy, who knows how old, no one knows, not even Dannie. He left home as a kid and went panning for gold here. A real life God damn Digger! Vic was ex-military and we got on fine, he then said if I want to, I could come and stay here, do the marketing and photography, learn to pan and help Dannie. Ok, I can do this.

Charmian. Long suffering Charmaine my brand new girlfriend. Now to drive back , 3 hours or so, get kit and then back here sounded like a pain in the butt. So. I told Charmaine, she should go back, had to be at work on Monday anyhow, work the week and on Saturday next, bring my kit. She did just that. I stayed there for a few months, and have some stories for another time. Right now let’s get back to the Angola story.

Not a month went by and…. Well read on….. to be continued right here

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The Mexican Horse Thief @[email protected] · 2026-08-21 · 08:59 UTC

The New Mexican Chronicles Intro

The Chinese have a CURSE, “May you live in interesting times.” I have had an interesting life! For various reasons I began to write some of my adventures down. This was the very first and I began writing The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief in 1999…..

This is a new version with a new introduction and added information that I gathered since then.

The Chronicles of the Mexican Horse Thief – Angola.

The year is 1993, newly divorced and even more “newly” moved in with a woman, Charmaine was a very long suffering lady. We had lived together lest that one month when I decided to show her Barberton. Part of my very dual Gemini existence is knowing about places like Barberton. My paternal Grandfather was a miner, mainly working on the mines around Barberton area. So while growing up in a big city, I spent a lot of my school holidays with my Grandfather. He was like I am now, always lived way out of even a small town. He had a man servant that followed him around, from place to place, he was too a Gypsy, who had the unusual name of Chop-and-Dagger. Old man that had those blue rings around his eyes. My Grandfather used to have a whole case of cold drinks for me, and Chop-and-Dagger feed me meat and pap. Used to sit in his Kia with other Black grownups and sometimes a kid I could play with, there was just Bush for miles. In the day I was just left to my own devices; I was taken down the mines some times but not often. My Grandfather was a licensed Blaster, obviously, so like in Jaluka’s song, African Sky Blue, I have seen the ‘smoking rock face mummer”! I ran around that Bush catching all sorts of little animals, but my passion was snakes. My Grandfather was terrified of snakes as was Chop-and-Dagger.

As an adult I often went back to Barberton an interesting town with a rich history. The first Gold Rust and, believe it or not the first South African Stock Exchange. The Coco Pans over the mountain and into Swaziland…. Grandfather told me how people froze to death in them. Apparently an illegal ride into Swaziland in the late afternoon was the in thing. But. At night the Pans stopped, if you were in one high in the mountains, frozen, gets cold at night in the Lowveld.

Outside of Barberton is a small Hotel, it was called The Bougainvillea Hotel, stayed there often. One day decided to take Charmaine up there to show her the beautiful Bush. We stayed at the old hotel but it had recently been bought and renamed, The Digger’s Retreat. In the small bar we met the owner, Vic. He bought not only the hotel but a Gold Claim too. Yes you can still buy them, back then anyway. He had a plan that was just off the ground. He took his guests panning for gold. Not the fake kak like at Pilgrim’s Rest, the real McCoy! Now if you get caught with raw gold in South Africa, you will sit in jail longer than if you shot you neighbour dead. Gold and diamonds have always been very well… controlled. Vic had the Claim and therefore he was allowed to have raw gold. He had already found some tiny nuggets, had them in a pill bottle. Good deal. Take a tourist panning, they pay to stay at the hotel, bar and food, then pay to do a Gold Panning Tour and finally, if they do find gold, they HAVE to give it to Vic.

The claim was not far and he had the owner of a 4×4 on his payroll to take them out. Most important was Dannie. This guy was out of a Jock of the Bushveld story! Seriously. Old guy, who knows how old, no one knows, not even Dannie. He left home as a kid and went panning for gold here. A real life God damn Digger! Vic was ex-military and we got on fine, he then said if I want to, I could come and stay here, do the marketing and photography, learn to pan and help Dannie. Ok, I can do this.

Charmian. Long suffering Charmaine my brand new girlfriend. Now to drive back , 3 hours or so, get kit and then back here sounded like a pain in the butt. So. I told Charmaine, she should go back, had to be at work on Monday anyhow, work the week and on Saturday next, bring my kit. She did just that. I stayed there for a few months, and have some stories for another time. Right now let’s get back to the Angola story.

Not a month went by and…. Well read on….. to be continued right here

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