To Hell and Back...

You didn't have to be too perceptive to notice that the busy tourist hub of Cape Town has been overrun by a sea of black leather flak jackets, a plethora of metal body piercings and enough epithelial ink art to breed an army of Michael Schoefield's.


The occasion? The Annual International Hell's Angels Convention.

I kid you not, if you have spent anytime in the last 14 days anywhere in town, be it long street, the camps bay strips or the waterfront, you will have stumbled upon at least 35 of these metal and leather glad bike vikings.

With places like Wales, England, Sweden etc embalzoned on their uniform one can't help but realise we have an eclectic fusion of international hell's angels spending time in our little city.





Apparently - and I emphasise this as I heard it and can't corroborate it - they are here for a international symposium of sorts. You fucking kidding? That is flippin' hilarious...

Obviously this would beg the question, so where the fuck are their harleys? Did they ride to a Spanish port and then kingsley holgate is through Africa?


The answer, and again apparently, is that they don't have bikes. Okay, so you're a club founded on motorcycles and you host international rally's in places you can't take you bikes? Logic?

Explanation, apparently (not sure why I keep admitting the hearsay nature of everything since most of what we post is usually hearsay), they shipped their bikes here in a container but the cargo ship transporting them got detained at some Western African port. Now that's fucking hilarious...


Despite the fact that both the Federal Bureau of Investigation and the Criminal Intelligence Service Canada classify the Angels as one of the "big four" outlaw motorcycle gangs, contending that members carry out widespread violence, drug dealing, trafficking in stolen goods, and extortion and you would usually associate motorcylce gangs as rampant aggressive oafs they have prove quite the contrary.


They are very polite, very well-mannered, and shown no incidents of malice AND they are very generous when it comes to tipping. And as you can see from them dominating the camps bay strip they love a good mojito, frozen strawberry daiquiri and the odd frozen Margarita. Who would have guessed..?