In the beginning only pristine white horses roamed the wild African terrain. One day a thirsty horse stumbled upon a fresh watering hole, fiercely guarded by a territorial baboon. A battled ensued. The baboon was kicked up its arse to a high-up koppie. The horse did not emerge unscathed. In the struggle it had fallen in enemy fire, and was forever-more branded by the hot coals. To this day baboons roam the koppies, their purplish-pink bruised bums a reminder of the War for the Watering hole. The white horse emerged victorious. But it had earned its stripes. Beer drinkers the world over enjoy the spoils.
Our Legend – Part 1