tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44454984044579267582024-03-05T21:04:07.626-08:00Cam's CycleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-66553382785783560472015-02-27T05:04:00.001-08:002015-02-27T05:04:55.978-08:00Fat Biking In Algonquin ParkThis novel activity was the brainchild of Randy Pielsticker, guide extraordinaire, who lives on the edge of Ontario's iconic camping playground. Randy has worked off and on for Algonquin Outfitters (AO), a leading trip organizer in the region. The invitation to join this expedition was sent to TDA alumni and staff; Micah Markson and I gratefully accepted.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUg5d23wfXzaHkFxiVTKJ7DfcKb1yJec_bLym-HZuGfc43OIQXXS3Xf5S9Lsm-mRwHaxIh2y-I1nKoqFtod8jdpoXasap9L2Z0FZO66Oh_PnU-1sY9Wpy97omRK6Hq6JR5zLgD_jmQmI/s640/blogger-image-1812698442.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglUg5d23wfXzaHkFxiVTKJ7DfcKb1yJec_bLym-HZuGfc43OIQXXS3Xf5S9Lsm-mRwHaxIh2y-I1nKoqFtod8jdpoXasap9L2Z0FZO66Oh_PnU-1sY9Wpy97omRK6Hq6JR5zLgD_jmQmI/s640/blogger-image-1812698442.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The fat bikes were tuned for snow and transported from nearby Huntsville to the Pielsticker party palace (PPP) where we harnessed chariot trailers to them to carry our food and gear into the camp at the east end of the park where Nordic tracks are set and the trails are groomed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz39_jyQBPk2M04vIO7oIP6PjHihn9r9arNwWdayFVtQlbHkaU0Nkv5C00QpE2d2amxA_O0kmIrJQW4yNbdJhmrtaC_JX2copLVjWP55Wa3jhsGz3nZPxKkAzoZSgyergn8Igskr5R_w/s640/blogger-image-2120489361.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrz39_jyQBPk2M04vIO7oIP6PjHihn9r9arNwWdayFVtQlbHkaU0Nkv5C00QpE2d2amxA_O0kmIrJQW4yNbdJhmrtaC_JX2copLVjWP55Wa3jhsGz3nZPxKkAzoZSgyergn8Igskr5R_w/s640/blogger-image-2120489361.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Obese tires are designed for challenging terrain. My first encounter with such fatties was in Africa where Dag, our Norwegian comrade, sported these babies.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLlQ6f74uhHYnsuYodGevGDHtdztD6YmI9eSHlHpfxDBsqiQQws6DoxrYelCif6Q4QEwEKaQRvI6DhOiHIWfJptHmCU2jOIDj_4SgnoMUwxvlzUpIq82v-hNQHhEO_3mW5CpNR0RaEsE/s640/blogger-image-1578473852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOLlQ6f74uhHYnsuYodGevGDHtdztD6YmI9eSHlHpfxDBsqiQQws6DoxrYelCif6Q4QEwEKaQRvI6DhOiHIWfJptHmCU2jOIDj_4SgnoMUwxvlzUpIq82v-hNQHhEO_3mW5CpNR0RaEsE/s640/blogger-image-1578473852.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On snow, provided it is piste or relatively packed, these tires roll smoothly. And we did some trial loops with weight.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUn6C6-xo4i13icwO1AQYqlbpY0PpXh11pDYoW_eswx8jxzGHr84Bv-E94qTX0XSzIMU3x67r1A6mkUmqf96qPkbv4_1J2bcZAI8EN9Y5h6kE-FqTtYrVl_zXg51-RA_hTiNtKsL6Y3tQ/s640/blogger-image--1294473507.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUn6C6-xo4i13icwO1AQYqlbpY0PpXh11pDYoW_eswx8jxzGHr84Bv-E94qTX0XSzIMU3x67r1A6mkUmqf96qPkbv4_1J2bcZAI8EN9Y5h6kE-FqTtYrVl_zXg51-RA_hTiNtKsL6Y3tQ/s640/blogger-image--1294473507.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Blessed with favourable weather, we covered 41 kms. along the trails in the park. On the recommendation of a helpful park officer, Kirk, we navigated the David Thompson trail for the first time on this mode of bike. What follows are some of the scenes. Both Randy and Micah will post more compelling images. Suffice to say it was awesome.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaH4XGcIpv91xS48QX3zDZPZglX9F11mWBE_5X5oZ70aIftAsbW43E62ztVstJVLxJ1N0M6rqX0yQyq6B30LizgTqhmovDXMFE8FtQ2JA0gK45kasAR90ziJgyl92OpO3Rq0HThUYOmo/s640/blogger-image--1606450177.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidaH4XGcIpv91xS48QX3zDZPZglX9F11mWBE_5X5oZ70aIftAsbW43E62ztVstJVLxJ1N0M6rqX0yQyq6B30LizgTqhmovDXMFE8FtQ2JA0gK45kasAR90ziJgyl92OpO3Rq0HThUYOmo/s640/blogger-image--1606450177.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Chickadees dominate these feeders.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuk9qsRq-Uc1f1KnpNm9t_x17bQ0vvYsUiMU4ps1MfMQZtayd3215x0OZf2di-rMINhsWo5NtRaG5FIiWqQ35QbeCCrVioCrenP20K8CMLRbtAQhwhL1HbfIoa6tmguCdKDCx3wYvuh0/s640/blogger-image-1268837824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheuk9qsRq-Uc1f1KnpNm9t_x17bQ0vvYsUiMU4ps1MfMQZtayd3215x0OZf2di-rMINhsWo5NtRaG5FIiWqQ35QbeCCrVioCrenP20K8CMLRbtAQhwhL1HbfIoa6tmguCdKDCx3wYvuh0/s640/blogger-image-1268837824.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Fresh snow outside a heated cabin stocked with heaps o' firewood.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt2bIpW4xDq27loV-LDgFZBmdIffkPZ11xPCJu32vVZ5NhgPOQBzDBAbNT6GyD71XzoOMY4o4fWd792EfHVEoaJ3xFympklHdALJ-DTVYjY2m5TNoSSfV2bMIe5VRB3RGqfgNu5RVCWw/s640/blogger-image-392880181.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpt2bIpW4xDq27loV-LDgFZBmdIffkPZ11xPCJu32vVZ5NhgPOQBzDBAbNT6GyD71XzoOMY4o4fWd792EfHVEoaJ3xFympklHdALJ-DTVYjY2m5TNoSSfV2bMIe5VRB3RGqfgNu5RVCWw/s640/blogger-image-392880181.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Ever the scout, Randy inspects a campsite.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylanMcmu8YkSF34M18gHGN87KuU6Ijx-1uvdD-u4pLPvgY8Xc5ge6VB-KWhae6YRrAExMEI3RP1AyTR1Oom0nCEGfr6pPBIgJiDaFi6QGghyphenhyphendrZCJ2OXMRUKwZnqroJBSOrgp_t3p0Hs/s640/blogger-image--437111275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjylanMcmu8YkSF34M18gHGN87KuU6Ijx-1uvdD-u4pLPvgY8Xc5ge6VB-KWhae6YRrAExMEI3RP1AyTR1Oom0nCEGfr6pPBIgJiDaFi6QGghyphenhyphendrZCJ2OXMRUKwZnqroJBSOrgp_t3p0Hs/s640/blogger-image--437111275.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">An old railway bed off the Thompson loop.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHP0vJJ_Gy7RLoUEFKfVF2KlYbwyXHeHoxq_KugB-fS_c3NjOY2GPeljpW2dhGbXlNK7KYOxcUh-afBs-qkeGjWu67xPpUXUfF0KWcAcDFuIW_pqq_7f122Kq3wqY4Dn9EjvwSoduiHiI/s640/blogger-image-1121743512.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHP0vJJ_Gy7RLoUEFKfVF2KlYbwyXHeHoxq_KugB-fS_c3NjOY2GPeljpW2dhGbXlNK7KYOxcUh-afBs-qkeGjWu67xPpUXUfF0KWcAcDFuIW_pqq_7f122Kq3wqY4Dn9EjvwSoduiHiI/s640/blogger-image-1121743512.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Follow the signs and, when needed, have a cup of tea in a shelter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKLWEOUDL_WlXGMIZ2folYI5aU-RSd06oHiT6rZOJ1irjHeHXDLIVVL9dOS_EiZFzeTFWUgb-0YgOYVLErfir9ueE8ez3Dq0W6Y-cSgDvDVSekWOm0egVpPyClytta6n6m-TSfCBMf1o/s640/blogger-image--790948632.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdKLWEOUDL_WlXGMIZ2folYI5aU-RSd06oHiT6rZOJ1irjHeHXDLIVVL9dOS_EiZFzeTFWUgb-0YgOYVLErfir9ueE8ez3Dq0W6Y-cSgDvDVSekWOm0egVpPyClytta6n6m-TSfCBMf1o/s640/blogger-image--790948632.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thanks Randy.</div><br></div></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-9729197958050957012014-05-27T13:06:00.001-07:002014-05-27T13:06:33.369-07:00HomeComing home from an extended time away, especially returning from the Tour D'Afrique, has been a mixed blessing. There is the excitement of reuniting with loved ones juxtaposed to the deflating reality of ennui brought on by the ordinary lifestyle into which one reintegrates. My partner Cathy and our son Josh patiently awaited my arrival at Pearson Airport. The cozy embrace of family was extended for days after landing. And now the process of reflecting on the adventure is not without sadness. <div><br></div><div>There is the pursuit of equanimity for those of us who aspire to live compassionately. Whether one is riding through Africa or living in downtown Toronto, the realization of this goal is attainable if one is capable of a simple existence. Alas, life has a way of becoming complicated. What grounds me is riding my bike, caffeinating, and baking cookies. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvptQfLM3jGlVGiehqB3i2y8QH4fYqfP6lD242zamHUJu_TRZRMtBXf5Pu-_yvk643L79DS2YY8oMB7BiVIbwINRmZUEuSWH4K0PZL01bju6rfLb2dUP4jZXrhg5X7uETU70s_-jodW4/s640/blogger-image-992354662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguvptQfLM3jGlVGiehqB3i2y8QH4fYqfP6lD242zamHUJu_TRZRMtBXf5Pu-_yvk643L79DS2YY8oMB7BiVIbwINRmZUEuSWH4K0PZL01bju6rfLb2dUP4jZXrhg5X7uETU70s_-jodW4/s640/blogger-image-992354662.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thanks to the legacy of my parents, Elizabeth Anderson and David Kilgour, my family and I enjoy the privilege of being close to nature. The photo above commands a view of Lake Huron, facing due west to Michigan. The white flowers in the foreground are trilliums (Ontario's symbolic bloom). This place is home too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1fsc2WbXTYe68k3yNwEObhodygVfUW9hddUzDu3p3y4To1BzB1PodFZ9lRhCMGhZfWfReirKZisO1DwPB5tb4Lv_Kt9IGOiK2eaIjqlH32BlCgeDtmw7dznj0atOnIK82yp4ZXZNOQE/s640/blogger-image-196714145.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl1fsc2WbXTYe68k3yNwEObhodygVfUW9hddUzDu3p3y4To1BzB1PodFZ9lRhCMGhZfWfReirKZisO1DwPB5tb4Lv_Kt9IGOiK2eaIjqlH32BlCgeDtmw7dznj0atOnIK82yp4ZXZNOQE/s640/blogger-image-196714145.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">My parents spent their last years living on a farm that they replanted with native tree species, pine and maple, to create a woodlot that could grow into a nature reserve for everyone to enjoy quietly in perpetuity (to the extent that land stewards can sustain a millennial vision). I rode my wife's old bike over there, realizing how embarrassingly fortunate my family is. You are welcome to hike the trails or cross-country ski when the snow flies. Home sweet home.</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-10278480189678825722014-05-13T06:58:00.001-07:002014-05-13T06:58:26.671-07:00Packing UpAll good (and challenging) things come to an end. On the eve of my departure, I have boxed my bike at the Breakwater Lodge and readied my bag for the two long flights to Toronto through Istanbul. Using a multi-tool and wrench to fit my vehicle into the cardboard carton, the finality of the adventure is upon me. The next time I hop on the two-wheeler, it will be in the familiar surrounds of my hometown.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWb-lkat1fvn8h_C9gG33yJd_CTJmmGPn8hbZjf6FZncFFZUllSVzu1SgBxdM-b6dxvo0NuCQ4xXl7C33Vpyu-L_zLPioHxU1RSepHxJuW-ExAuAY9i_gVqAznYkxHYp3U9QdHiXx4jY/s640/blogger-image-1312214123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTWb-lkat1fvn8h_C9gG33yJd_CTJmmGPn8hbZjf6FZncFFZUllSVzu1SgBxdM-b6dxvo0NuCQ4xXl7C33Vpyu-L_zLPioHxU1RSepHxJuW-ExAuAY9i_gVqAznYkxHYp3U9QdHiXx4jY/s640/blogger-image-1312214123.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Anyone who derives pleasure from the act of peddling can appreciate the following sentiment, written on a tee shirt given to me by our daughter Michelle. It sums up the way many of us feel - except for those who eschew caffeine.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ICil4T-BJ63hp7XDEPJpEPV9EAyxiVnWioGtpwbbW1Vb4AqbdLNSVr82Zzqvp-iSulijNQPF7zv2m9Yw4Xwu1XClwd3wpHmJrJdiNZ91xMYwxeO2aHtY3TPnbtB3Q_8PXhKD828Ns5Q/s640/blogger-image--2102137295.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ICil4T-BJ63hp7XDEPJpEPV9EAyxiVnWioGtpwbbW1Vb4AqbdLNSVr82Zzqvp-iSulijNQPF7zv2m9Yw4Xwu1XClwd3wpHmJrJdiNZ91xMYwxeO2aHtY3TPnbtB3Q_8PXhKD828Ns5Q/s640/blogger-image--2102137295.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-86874386479293004632014-05-13T06:50:00.001-07:002014-05-13T06:50:30.320-07:00Civil ServiceSome might claim that the Western Cape is the most efficiently run jurisdiction in this country. The state is administered by Helen Zille, a Caucasian lady who represents the Democratic Alliance. Formerly a journalist who wrote a vital piece about Biko for the Daily Rand in the mid-1980s, Zille was also mayor of Cape Town until her move to provincial Parliament. Crime is down here, especially in contrast to the notorious mean streets of Johannesburg. The economy, although not booming, is stable and many foreigners invest here due to its exceptional quality of life.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbTkhbwPYChlWGHijCa4iMc24TdcT4o2qTbuZGad59Nt1ctG9Tmk4ZMtugqkluWqOk7jLjEqsPgzzzr0zb9NPdEQDs82gjLqlQlc7k4E_MglZU5W0cfGmke8ZXmBIs_RQTLJ2mURxUTs/s640/blogger-image--1947033460.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwbTkhbwPYChlWGHijCa4iMc24TdcT4o2qTbuZGad59Nt1ctG9Tmk4ZMtugqkluWqOk7jLjEqsPgzzzr0zb9NPdEQDs82gjLqlQlc7k4E_MglZU5W0cfGmke8ZXmBIs_RQTLJ2mURxUTs/s640/blogger-image--1947033460.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The mayor is now another female named Patricia De Lille. Symptomatic of the concern with drug use, her image is seen here in a bus shelter. The anti-drug campaign features public figures who acknowledge the problem and support initiatives to combat the scourge of substance abuse. Tik is the term Cape folks use for crystal methamphetamine and it has devastated some people here. It is refreshing to see politicians being honest about social issues.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Corruption among public officials has been a constant. Of course, scandals of this nature exist in every nation on the planet. The difference in Africa is the direct recognition of bribes, graft and shady deals. Whether or not government anti-corruption bodies are effective, the existence thereof indicates an admission of dirty practise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjl-N7cVK2u430UYsibRx0KuDwSeeu1-SKJbwt4T4uNhDOYyPe9zbTz_vYFR8vRuXTsQJP86neUG9heHRlyc4ovrpFWmhlZt8WoXek2z2JaXfhZ51EKqQoDSDLiWSNl5wjZ2VBh6Tfss/s640/blogger-image-165230343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKjl-N7cVK2u430UYsibRx0KuDwSeeu1-SKJbwt4T4uNhDOYyPe9zbTz_vYFR8vRuXTsQJP86neUG9heHRlyc4ovrpFWmhlZt8WoXek2z2JaXfhZ51EKqQoDSDLiWSNl5wjZ2VBh6Tfss/s640/blogger-image-165230343.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Health care is delivered through both public and private establishments. On my way to town, the phenomenon of young doctor burnout was publicized in the local media. Again, this reality may be true in western countries as the demands placed upon interns and residents may put their own health at risk.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvb3n2URC8lZuI8l5QGNj4TEV5AxMtFO7Lz6WaGzns1QY66P6rE0FkzRMBnDZ1gJu4W-E7bn4U_sxxFVt7JA5Go1D6Irf0NJRVwC6AaJKCNpoR02wxCoB0AcIDOFyAA1zgXDnKOjNu5xo/s640/blogger-image--1034752052.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvb3n2URC8lZuI8l5QGNj4TEV5AxMtFO7Lz6WaGzns1QY66P6rE0FkzRMBnDZ1gJu4W-E7bn4U_sxxFVt7JA5Go1D6Irf0NJRVwC6AaJKCNpoR02wxCoB0AcIDOFyAA1zgXDnKOjNu5xo/s640/blogger-image--1034752052.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-32508721097427743972014-05-13T06:24:00.001-07:002014-05-13T06:25:27.165-07:00The Lower Main<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The easy way into the city from the southern burbs is along a road that parallels the freeway artery connecting Cape Town with its outskirts. This lower main road is relatively flat and changes names several times until it becomes the strand. Unfortunately, there is no bicycle path on most of this thoroughfare. Even so, it has been a delight to see the transition from the affluent communities to the gentrified inner suburbs. A Mercedes parked up against a crumbling wall that serves as a canvas for graffiti. </span></div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNd65XKB2oO-QyQFISrQT8oaXeeCpw1FHQ9ghPVJygRgh-ucCppJP19wwWU8uUPMgzVoR9zhYBtM_3R_KpivtUr8lm3nQcdMMUxmuRzekBi3qwTdDHzh9nCpVJDBgWh3WWlIMLLijIC0/s640/blogger-image-1354212728.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimNd65XKB2oO-QyQFISrQT8oaXeeCpw1FHQ9ghPVJygRgh-ucCppJP19wwWU8uUPMgzVoR9zhYBtM_3R_KpivtUr8lm3nQcdMMUxmuRzekBi3qwTdDHzh9nCpVJDBgWh3WWlIMLLijIC0/s640/blogger-image-1354212728.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Stopping to inflate my tires and have more caffeine, I appreciated the art of Woodstock. Young talent is evident on the walls of this central hood. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQMpolb895fU9hHDSyPfwKjEzt1bfWh5CnL-n5ZTwR7OMZsObS0FvoSAby5NGIPqyGqtomLLGGa3m8xJlwGXTE2bXbnSNz6-s2LuI-dt2FoSpK0u3NxPfv-Wl5QB0eeUx_vzUCDlHaDRA/s640/blogger-image-2123924321.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQMpolb895fU9hHDSyPfwKjEzt1bfWh5CnL-n5ZTwR7OMZsObS0FvoSAby5NGIPqyGqtomLLGGa3m8xJlwGXTE2bXbnSNz6-s2LuI-dt2FoSpK0u3NxPfv-Wl5QB0eeUx_vzUCDlHaDRA/s640/blogger-image-2123924321.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Studios are tucked away on the roadside and the murals speak for themselves.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-n9U7MjyUoTZ4q3NBtYBUFXJ4iGsJOQVSAoCWs3_g5YL1todEeEgvVMTM5cQTUDx0E-y6bGiFMPkatOc8f3Lsy-0xaEL9soGMCdsxkRbXs93G9rn5DwMXF4MJtZ-HAAS98vYYIAAoGQw/s640/blogger-image-372218482.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-n9U7MjyUoTZ4q3NBtYBUFXJ4iGsJOQVSAoCWs3_g5YL1todEeEgvVMTM5cQTUDx0E-y6bGiFMPkatOc8f3Lsy-0xaEL9soGMCdsxkRbXs93G9rn5DwMXF4MJtZ-HAAS98vYYIAAoGQw/s640/blogger-image-372218482.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Gang tags (perhaps) are juxtaposed with urban images. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpInM8MqWn7d0DZm9NVMeV3KjBl5I3jvHAbAx612_XiiQtMb0DTRN6OYtr5umJLj77bVaMeto8EMOtOAPI0glcySk5-DvelPqKgNFuD65dq235uZ4HVK2RrK9MsoKQRz54RoXW9kzu_Kc/s640/blogger-image--2129839094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpInM8MqWn7d0DZm9NVMeV3KjBl5I3jvHAbAx612_XiiQtMb0DTRN6OYtr5umJLj77bVaMeto8EMOtOAPI0glcySk5-DvelPqKgNFuD65dq235uZ4HVK2RrK9MsoKQRz54RoXW9kzu_Kc/s640/blogger-image--2129839094.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This is a part of the texture of the complex city which may be the cultural capital of South Africa.</div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-89395671044606763532014-05-12T14:32:00.001-07:002014-05-12T14:32:49.117-07:00Grapes of LeisureThere is a glut of wineries on the periphery of Cape Town in the Stellenbosch and Franschhoek area. One of our pack, Amanda, took the initiative to organize a wine tasting experience for those of us who appreciate a good drop now and again. We piled into a couple of vans and cruised eastbound to the vineyards where we had some morning refreshments. Each new glass was paired with a cheese. Life is tough, eh?<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDOM0YFVl8b0jTiTzXmbOjwwPHvb1AsgG3LOveamuMrhAyun4chOOLGop_TqiKdIZEy35qc5iJHg7QKOFfLwyGRqISPCKleWB3_3-HBZiu5PETRpfW8ozX5A_Nu1zrZEj0RA_M8TeBf8/s640/blogger-image-1971390618.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDDOM0YFVl8b0jTiTzXmbOjwwPHvb1AsgG3LOveamuMrhAyun4chOOLGop_TqiKdIZEy35qc5iJHg7QKOFfLwyGRqISPCKleWB3_3-HBZiu5PETRpfW8ozX5A_Nu1zrZEj0RA_M8TeBf8/s640/blogger-image-1971390618.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The grounds of these wineries are spectacular. The backdrop is the Simonsberg range. Row upon row of grapes are managed carefully and the product is bottled and sold for export. Even after the harvest, the fields look fertile.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvFAyg8vQuIOngi_HaPK8s2xWnREuU_kbHy4qj9Yfa1q43-9eaK8-qBKEaS5eVXXmUooHw_mdNTG6jZLPYzqqWxxBIk9GstK0ox-hxOTbsV0qo5zroMv_KdhgbHHrt3vMiwx1g7Ssfos/s640/blogger-image-456166073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHvFAyg8vQuIOngi_HaPK8s2xWnREuU_kbHy4qj9Yfa1q43-9eaK8-qBKEaS5eVXXmUooHw_mdNTG6jZLPYzqqWxxBIk9GstK0ox-hxOTbsV0qo5zroMv_KdhgbHHrt3vMiwx1g7Ssfos/s640/blogger-image-456166073.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And woe betide a pest who tries to spoil the crop. There is a nasty scarecrow with a springbok jersey who will deter the monsters.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBIFM90VKzHpO5uadJyyC4SQEAs4k3iEknlU2PMMW9m8tsFqrnkdhdsXGpE-xOL1E-sRiA0GZN2gNrk3E55mIy2K6f-nXPBt9KeLBubW9QdS4yeJ1la3LdUGjVDHFrmJhHN2loOvgdfc/s640/blogger-image-98578346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuBIFM90VKzHpO5uadJyyC4SQEAs4k3iEknlU2PMMW9m8tsFqrnkdhdsXGpE-xOL1E-sRiA0GZN2gNrk3E55mIy2K6f-nXPBt9KeLBubW9QdS4yeJ1la3LdUGjVDHFrmJhHN2loOvgdfc/s640/blogger-image-98578346.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-44456570033387672942014-05-12T13:33:00.001-07:002014-05-12T13:33:48.909-07:00A Jewel of a CityFinishing the adventure in Cape Town is a blessing. The city is stunning and it affords weary cyclists a chance to indulge in fine cuisine and wine sampling. It is a dynamic community with a curious history. Indeed, the Breakwater Lodge, where we bunked on our first night, was once a prison. It now doubles as a Protea hotel and the site of the business school of the university of CT. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eYFqmz4pPNud1VDtHmONIZuXUJEswSu9_gGJcoP8S26JlKwjIpy-NzHtB2k5MVzprF3bz_usLWvv0k0FdDOiYAQ-TypP6WmI4kqqjRbUT_9bCCh6boZxHTTKd_Fw2SAwNkTH8OYh7OY/s640/blogger-image-1272496587.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3eYFqmz4pPNud1VDtHmONIZuXUJEswSu9_gGJcoP8S26JlKwjIpy-NzHtB2k5MVzprF3bz_usLWvv0k0FdDOiYAQ-TypP6WmI4kqqjRbUT_9bCCh6boZxHTTKd_Fw2SAwNkTH8OYh7OY/s640/blogger-image-1272496587.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I cycled up toward Table mountain, the city's dominant landmark, and came across this view.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5W38b0sKK1x7v93xmZ1cz9oBBRVplCGLNrwvwugVRS1rsDdvNOTzmGyeRo3mnmTX-YaPfHard3p9VlIwPDnZQSZ7g3HHOVQGVQng0EMTbJkXiFFt3uQhCLdQ4CqDIJas0XvGQPo-4wU/s640/blogger-image--1574515553.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL5W38b0sKK1x7v93xmZ1cz9oBBRVplCGLNrwvwugVRS1rsDdvNOTzmGyeRo3mnmTX-YaPfHard3p9VlIwPDnZQSZ7g3HHOVQGVQng0EMTbJkXiFFt3uQhCLdQ4CqDIJas0XvGQPo-4wU/s640/blogger-image--1574515553.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On the same road, there was a mosque that featured architecture quite different to the ones in Sudan. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhov8P0i9MG-fec1IyzwAPmYyOD1nvM7zcbWHXJotzHJ3JLWvN-3nUjk93C-gj0sc7CqrY7B__0Abrop2mSz9JTR2YRPoWaMOvNPi2h_odwDJjdxCza1UiNsUkgjwI4fW4CQG-BLg_kpss/s640/blogger-image--156922787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhov8P0i9MG-fec1IyzwAPmYyOD1nvM7zcbWHXJotzHJ3JLWvN-3nUjk93C-gj0sc7CqrY7B__0Abrop2mSz9JTR2YRPoWaMOvNPi2h_odwDJjdxCza1UiNsUkgjwI4fW4CQG-BLg_kpss/s640/blogger-image--156922787.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Equipped with a Google Map app on this device, I set out for the southern suburbs where my hosts, Jenny and Michael Kotze, welcomed me for a family braai (barbecue) on Mother's Day. Their home is warm and cozy. What a pleasure to stay in a home environment with natives of this rich city.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjyKu0bXNRJKAwTN7WZosNBwYt_vXlGuLQrIo0dw7BPG1NLoHYkyHiYWqhFWHtZiv0fiUmr-P-NY_Bq99WfkfsKvdJ7PhE8eAaUgJo7sgXiwdudLAMWZlGV_2uMFbDWLcnRguFShQ6GA/s640/blogger-image--144263132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcjyKu0bXNRJKAwTN7WZosNBwYt_vXlGuLQrIo0dw7BPG1NLoHYkyHiYWqhFWHtZiv0fiUmr-P-NY_Bq99WfkfsKvdJ7PhE8eAaUgJo7sgXiwdudLAMWZlGV_2uMFbDWLcnRguFShQ6GA/s640/blogger-image--144263132.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-78606375369946840782014-05-10T15:24:00.001-07:002014-05-10T15:24:10.336-07:00Rolling to the CapeThe final stage, the 95th day of the tour, was drawn up on the chalkboard. A mere 90 kilometres is a comfortable distance by TDA standards. There was overnight drizzle and our camp was chilly in the morning as we left Malmesbury. Again, a novel route was selected by Sharita, a former tour leader who lives in Cape Town. The directions had some subtle diversions.<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwVFEEB5OzjRc51qjpFuwSzeipwYXqZ0cUDdpgo4m6XhVxerB5EglECvWAqu0_xJ7TfPsYGIihMC7bqTqAERtCXLHBPfpqXW9mnLO-BnCREmnWkc8Vi-c5migFNzsgqUbK_pZcdtV4lA/s640/blogger-image-1485041990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiwVFEEB5OzjRc51qjpFuwSzeipwYXqZ0cUDdpgo4m6XhVxerB5EglECvWAqu0_xJ7TfPsYGIihMC7bqTqAERtCXLHBPfpqXW9mnLO-BnCREmnWkc8Vi-c5migFNzsgqUbK_pZcdtV4lA/s640/blogger-image-1485041990.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One of our sectional riders, Dag, from Tromsø in northern Norway, used his trademark fat tires for the ride into Cape Town. He had to be creative with his inner tubes as he has suffered puncture after puncture. An engineer, he found patch material to allow for inflation. Success.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPanV54Lghg6flR60rLGCLU4m1uUVoA4QdrzsFnu74M5FqTNmIE4fESxTfaCpRGT1qXRfXI6sLUFDlWCMPn0J9q-0UACU105zMZ_LDq_O-Nu50MlIxxwVg74bQ14nZliJFfC7BAKnUr4/s640/blogger-image-1260494386.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoPanV54Lghg6flR60rLGCLU4m1uUVoA4QdrzsFnu74M5FqTNmIE4fESxTfaCpRGT1qXRfXI6sLUFDlWCMPn0J9q-0UACU105zMZ_LDq_O-Nu50MlIxxwVg74bQ14nZliJFfC7BAKnUr4/s640/blogger-image-1260494386.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As we left town, the pastures appeared with sheep and cattle feasting on the grass. The road had rollers all the way to a height of land whence one could see the picturesque city of Cape Town. Cycling through archways of gum trees, we passed equestrian centres, vineyards and a moto-cross track. After traversing the major N7 highway that runs north to Namibia, we set out for the ocean. Clouds descended by lunch and yet the sight of the Atlantic lifted our spirits. At long last, the end was nigh. During my photo op, our well-respected driver and jack of all trades, Noah, mugged in the background.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHX6Vq2FkXGylBma-uiNjgIzenOzfRoZsMaSecitcV60WDwvIl6Ut_ex5HxRHbK3UNPv-CTyYKQw5YoGh37n_DhqRXXejfYq851a9bYEp9fG6M_hVViuMnYz75PKOFARUmf2mtbvc4J4/s640/blogger-image--683221592.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmHX6Vq2FkXGylBma-uiNjgIzenOzfRoZsMaSecitcV60WDwvIl6Ut_ex5HxRHbK3UNPv-CTyYKQw5YoGh37n_DhqRXXejfYq851a9bYEp9fG6M_hVViuMnYz75PKOFARUmf2mtbvc4J4/s640/blogger-image--683221592.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Exhausted and exhilarated, we will all sleep very well in a cozy hotel bed at the breakwater lodge, a former prison by the waterfront. </div><br></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-84455395737163757742014-05-09T09:40:00.001-07:002014-05-09T09:40:18.263-07:00The GapIt is transparent that South African society has been and continues to be stratified. The vestiges of apartheid are ubiquitous. A striking example of the disparity in wealth can be seen in the housing that different groups inhabit. <div><br></div><div>We are now in a satellite community, Malmesbury, on the eve of our final stage into the vaunted city of Cape Town. Many of us have been in search of a comfortable bed. There are guesthouses in most towns of any size. The accommodations are invariably tucked in a lovely leafy neighbourhood. The owners are Afrikaners and the "help" are of other races. The lodging below is where some of us will retire tonight. There is security, of course.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrU8877DaBa8T0nOK_E_iqS0R_HzsgLFj90oDLR7evMZ37r_PmOSRaV6SI25Ha-UJDkE6vgmzIod-7zrN3rmCmHljljG-hO5KYq6ZK7vkDqsD0u_ze0lPnvtQ4tl5JxEhC1E9TnEpAp6U/s640/blogger-image-653730429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrU8877DaBa8T0nOK_E_iqS0R_HzsgLFj90oDLR7evMZ37r_PmOSRaV6SI25Ha-UJDkE6vgmzIod-7zrN3rmCmHljljG-hO5KYq6ZK7vkDqsD0u_ze0lPnvtQ4tl5JxEhC1E9TnEpAp6U/s640/blogger-image-653730429.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Across from this quaint spot, there is a high school. The entrance to the school boasts a sign proclaiming its motto. It is a massive compound girded by fences and barbed wire. The pupils are smartly clad in uniform.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxIVWMiRUrAuRrV7aw-7rwY4rVPexDXaVdEPqVPj7As094UbQ4aNy3nnbWJIVs6aiZzYxDu7S6a4ADCVNQL9C8eU5yF_cM1NSy8R1D6x_65v9Tw455VmK8rZNclV5Hba6d-Xf1XtnTNM/s640/blogger-image--191396790.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyxIVWMiRUrAuRrV7aw-7rwY4rVPexDXaVdEPqVPj7As094UbQ4aNy3nnbWJIVs6aiZzYxDu7S6a4ADCVNQL9C8eU5yF_cM1NSy8R1D6x_65v9Tw455VmK8rZNclV5Hba6d-Xf1XtnTNM/s640/blogger-image--191396790.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As a teacher, I was curious to walk around the facilities. Intimidated by the walls, I strolled down to one side of the grounds where there was a basketball court. Please note the wired fence.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhZq1kaIjMN8Ov4YO7uXceYTm-E3IJBx_AbN2i6W8wTs_h0U88xyfnROkorF2J5PwYhndZJHmFm8pNSkRxziSjYAcZe65s3fnb39kRKV-eawXEtueastsEoxlVN5Z6LTDe_rrs1sBfn0/s640/blogger-image-1746844554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQhZq1kaIjMN8Ov4YO7uXceYTm-E3IJBx_AbN2i6W8wTs_h0U88xyfnROkorF2J5PwYhndZJHmFm8pNSkRxziSjYAcZe65s3fnb39kRKV-eawXEtueastsEoxlVN5Z6LTDe_rrs1sBfn0/s640/blogger-image-1746844554.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">At one entrance, the following sign appeared. The Spar corporation is the main food distributor here and in other southern African nations that fall within the SA hegemony. Education can and is brought to you with, perhaps, a bit of executive sponsorship. This intrigues me as Coca-Cola has a foothold in some academic institutions. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCbf70DSDm3oXgWl4C3jCsET0bhTkRsnsdyN_wZEQaIGNV3rYOJVmEz7gqudpFPKHq-wKVg3wQOo1N5JP_n6UAqVwUuzmYi5Mr9fETEogHeBcIXOsNqLQsLSS8FJbmcZREVAN6JqZqEA/s640/blogger-image-976871175.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDCbf70DSDm3oXgWl4C3jCsET0bhTkRsnsdyN_wZEQaIGNV3rYOJVmEz7gqudpFPKHq-wKVg3wQOo1N5JP_n6UAqVwUuzmYi5Mr9fETEogHeBcIXOsNqLQsLSS8FJbmcZREVAN6JqZqEA/s640/blogger-image-976871175.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div>To have and have not. As I wandered down to main street, I cast a glance at the edge of the school and a homeless man, presumably sedated by grog, was literally down and out. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQeYwnHl823EH6Y-xHbjTLJxUOGooM8vJzxDIg62ZryjLtYNFi7OSoWtkqeSMP4nIH2ASKuaVgvVks0sDrPjd41iZuWDelkLaz5rCTMsgftRLIvfIXs7d7Q6Gp-afLhQUNADjr5bofzc/s640/blogger-image--775745230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirQeYwnHl823EH6Y-xHbjTLJxUOGooM8vJzxDIg62ZryjLtYNFi7OSoWtkqeSMP4nIH2ASKuaVgvVks0sDrPjd41iZuWDelkLaz5rCTMsgftRLIvfIXs7d7Q6Gp-afLhQUNADjr5bofzc/s640/blogger-image--775745230.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-53819766240646420482014-05-09T08:41:00.001-07:002014-05-09T09:19:51.716-07:00ChampionsThe race portion of this adventure ended yesterday in a countryside camp near the village of Dorp Op Die Berg (village on the mountain). The winners of the female and male competition worked together throughout this expedition. They are to be congratulated on their victories and commended for their cooperative spirit from start to finish. They are Ina De Visser and David Grosshans. <div><br></div><div>Ina has been mentioned before. Suffice to say that she is an excellent rider and a fine person who has maintained her strong, helpful attitude with grace and dignity. She rode a mountain bike while her cycling mate, Dave G (there are two other Davids with us), rode a Moots bicycle crafted to his specifications. Regardless of the terrain, the duo assisted one another in every aspect of the ride: pace, preparation and recovery.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdWS1uihKyK6CGL0-GFWyqXujCw6FtmCq2BS3UbKfpNjfAtt5W0Qgb2njeA_GvB62h5AgKEtGwnqv0XHkpPXJ0aREZNWqBLOqJ2rBZQR-4RxRC27_X18eQADuRFzyTHp93MbHkQW8muU/s640/blogger-image-1487819528.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxdWS1uihKyK6CGL0-GFWyqXujCw6FtmCq2BS3UbKfpNjfAtt5W0Qgb2njeA_GvB62h5AgKEtGwnqv0XHkpPXJ0aREZNWqBLOqJ2rBZQR-4RxRC27_X18eQADuRFzyTHp93MbHkQW8muU/s640/blogger-image-1487819528.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Dave G, a German born-Australian, has led the race from Khartoum with a powerful style that combines precision, calculation and mindfulness. He is modest about his skill, quietly acknowledging that he has done his research and prepared accordingly. Dave would concede that his main rival, Dave Wolfendale, another exceptional athlete and person, is stronger in the mountains. The mutual respect between these cyclists reflects the best of sportsmanship. We salute you Dave.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyim_qvKQ868ncblOPRiYmld4nRlkpTc_49gLxPka1Pi9C6Fej73FsZk3tNspsNuSeuOJcZa6FDE38Hyxb7xSIxNnINY30cSj990dR1jdeJDPI9mnHeQAQNyrGrkcGUlxuJvYQklmFNw/s640/blogger-image-107612695.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglyim_qvKQ868ncblOPRiYmld4nRlkpTc_49gLxPka1Pi9C6Fej73FsZk3tNspsNuSeuOJcZa6FDE38Hyxb7xSIxNnINY30cSj990dR1jdeJDPI9mnHeQAQNyrGrkcGUlxuJvYQklmFNw/s640/blogger-image-107612695.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">To Dave and Ina, your fellow participants and the staff of the Tour D'Afrique 2014 appreciate your talent, intelligence and spirit. Thanks for being champions.</div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-8610106108024829472014-05-07T07:42:00.001-07:002014-05-07T07:42:01.995-07:00From the Orange RiverCycling through the southern Namibian landscape was surreal. This is so sparsely populated that any sign of human life is rare. The dominant terrain is scrub, tumbleweed, and fragile wisps of grass. Our last few campsites were at an old converted railway hotel, replete with taxidermist, in Seeheim and a classic roadhouse near the Fish River canyon. The latter joint had the most impressive collection of licence plates and road signs this side of Nevada.<div><br></div><div>Our last rest day was spent in a riverside location called Felix Unite. Road-weary and exhausted from the dirt roads, most TDA participants opted to watch the river flow. On the far side of the Orange, the Republic of South Africa has a similar arid look.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSYmaxE93WM0necpu-KlnLjXl9aFv3WrVdD22WlRMpU6f_ZFIinSeIqo3dsxDE7jl6EPWYJUPIioMT4_IB3uu7YzmKgZ4HOB7FCZHMGlCvyd-BdOFCjzNJXJ0tQK4ZclayCVXr5N529w/s640/blogger-image--1455007932.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmSYmaxE93WM0necpu-KlnLjXl9aFv3WrVdD22WlRMpU6f_ZFIinSeIqo3dsxDE7jl6EPWYJUPIioMT4_IB3uu7YzmKgZ4HOB7FCZHMGlCvyd-BdOFCjzNJXJ0tQK4ZclayCVXr5N529w/s640/blogger-image--1455007932.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The river forms the border separating Namibia, once administered by South Africa, from the republic where we now find ourselves. From the immigration checkpoint, we climbed into a barren, desolate landscape and then faced a stiff headwind. The lunch truck was full that day as the raging gusts can sap the energy from one's legs over hours of hard pulling. Our destination that day was an unassuming caravan park near Springbok. The dark clouds loomed and the temperature plummeted. Thermal wear emerged from the lockers and riders retired early to assume the fetal position.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This region of South Africa, the northern cape, is characterized by vast, barren tracts of marginal land. Rugged farmers manage to eke out a living from grazing their livestock on massive tracts. We rode a few tough days to camps in Kliprand and Nieuwoudtville. In each remote village, signs of the upcoming election were evident.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_tSOzoPdYd45m9Zn_Za7ohbhCrnG-JPVyQzeKSVQkwu4xSz-hM2XdKs4y-zf20hub9sLBFlJT6OSC11qAd1bLOi6bZzwVixnCT_j87vy4nNeFwDIW9bLNbyAn9vEkPxvekVgjmfiewg/s640/blogger-image-1259495268.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEge_tSOzoPdYd45m9Zn_Za7ohbhCrnG-JPVyQzeKSVQkwu4xSz-hM2XdKs4y-zf20hub9sLBFlJT6OSC11qAd1bLOi6bZzwVixnCT_j87vy4nNeFwDIW9bLNbyAn9vEkPxvekVgjmfiewg/s640/blogger-image-1259495268.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Since Mandela, the ANC has ruled the roost. The incumbent, Jacob Zuma, is expected to be returned to power despite allegations of corruption, self-indulgence and incompetence. Tonight, I intend to watch the results on local telly as the pundits spew forth their analyses regarding the people's decision. At first glance, one can see the tremendous wealth here and the vestiges of apartheid which play out in massive income inequality. A positive trend appears to be the sense of empowerment on the part of "ordinary" Africans who will, in time, realize their potential in terms of the destiny of thus complex nation.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY0c2z-_S1ZPG5RteI5qgLgfxIH3qQ1siTEofeowj0eES4TflvRibIKBDpEYxuG-kcDxb9L7nMPsrTRMpEZB7L_0KGfe_rPjLELYugavNyoFQ4ISW2DTmvZ3wegzP8z9dMu8wxNM2LVk/s640/blogger-image-1090530273.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPY0c2z-_S1ZPG5RteI5qgLgfxIH3qQ1siTEofeowj0eES4TflvRibIKBDpEYxuG-kcDxb9L7nMPsrTRMpEZB7L_0KGfe_rPjLELYugavNyoFQ4ISW2DTmvZ3wegzP8z9dMu8wxNM2LVk/s640/blogger-image-1090530273.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As the tabloid press announced yesterday, it is up to you. Mandela's legacy is evident notwithstanding the contradictions, the de facto segregation and the transparent gap between people of different races or colours. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mzpngsaQSER5EGxi7lTt2debGA4z1pq7f8OSx7FzX0abUA5tzyJzpWB-_c4MDBNBGDu35oqcfc73w_2VMW8wzYZgC6QUHDkmDoFV4WJvfFWKPx33EMAFNq7_CF4wNHM7UutvibyrwvU/s640/blogger-image--196758366.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3mzpngsaQSER5EGxi7lTt2debGA4z1pq7f8OSx7FzX0abUA5tzyJzpWB-_c4MDBNBGDu35oqcfc73w_2VMW8wzYZgC6QUHDkmDoFV4WJvfFWKPx33EMAFNq7_CF4wNHM7UutvibyrwvU/s640/blogger-image--196758366.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-45393505295910736442014-05-01T13:34:00.001-07:002014-05-01T13:34:05.035-07:00Sand SeaThe last section puts us on a road of sand and, sometimes, corrugation with rock. The latter track can be taxing on those without suspension and/or fat tires. If desert landscape inspires you, this is your paradise. Vegetation is sparse and whatever grows is thorny.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SP3bRE6mniTnWvOaH6hR_lF-t_eU8sLdx4zN8OLZjMnIHODxz43B7o_m32RkA78hpduZ5toy-CinX0wdSKXBE3aStsobMwbT60F0TXD_OCL-IxIO9a0fjpYqmUTwZtFZUxXvoQPdBYQ/s640/blogger-image--1379321768.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-SP3bRE6mniTnWvOaH6hR_lF-t_eU8sLdx4zN8OLZjMnIHODxz43B7o_m32RkA78hpduZ5toy-CinX0wdSKXBE3aStsobMwbT60F0TXD_OCL-IxIO9a0fjpYqmUTwZtFZUxXvoQPdBYQ/s640/blogger-image--1379321768.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">On our last rest day, Steven, drove the staff and some stragglers to dune 45, an iconic formation out on Sossuvlei. A group of us hopped on the lunch truck at sunset and headed for deep sand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDltNznnkna869Q_4onZv1iYUEY3UOpgjaBm03YgfOVeWlVtO2Qntl_y3t4DXxfb-TXMzJ7zgOjjRx8vObJYaKZdKVeRR0H7UJkR6ZraQEZSpx-IxRTtW1BgpKrhDz8J5pd_tfrf1PdG0/s640/blogger-image-341131763.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDltNznnkna869Q_4onZv1iYUEY3UOpgjaBm03YgfOVeWlVtO2Qntl_y3t4DXxfb-TXMzJ7zgOjjRx8vObJYaKZdKVeRR0H7UJkR6ZraQEZSpx-IxRTtW1BgpKrhDz8J5pd_tfrf1PdG0/s640/blogger-image-341131763.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Here is the place where we could have climbed the ridge. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qS6b05c_I_wZiOjgkzzY24eP0OfCin8Z6GTB4X0g58BlWiVvdK5_nf9kba9lg7SXqhvH-UAhyOFaKGXFn-ez21OBGAcu5PYWwa1OdysE5r7R5F9A7B-b1qsuS-QtvI_eIGIZbtX8PLw/s640/blogger-image-1233773863.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7qS6b05c_I_wZiOjgkzzY24eP0OfCin8Z6GTB4X0g58BlWiVvdK5_nf9kba9lg7SXqhvH-UAhyOFaKGXFn-ez21OBGAcu5PYWwa1OdysE5r7R5F9A7B-b1qsuS-QtvI_eIGIZbtX8PLw/s640/blogger-image-1233773863.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Instead, we rolled further west in a vain attempt to catch the sunset. When we arrived at the vantage point, we got the following view. By the length of the shadows, one can see that the sun is fading quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFU8YSXOZChK8Q9xmlb8N7jZA6KLwIOVrKd8qDEle_SgD1HmS31E0Wp2ylcwrHC2MI7djjS5qEDP0sBm1TmRS9VhGerKtNuy5il7gmhHJCX46Fw21SFX87hlV5Py4VHjJds52GpsM4JTk/s640/blogger-image-651739741.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFU8YSXOZChK8Q9xmlb8N7jZA6KLwIOVrKd8qDEle_SgD1HmS31E0Wp2ylcwrHC2MI7djjS5qEDP0sBm1TmRS9VhGerKtNuy5il7gmhHJCX46Fw21SFX87hlV5Py4VHjJds52GpsM4JTk/s640/blogger-image-651739741.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The story of sand is fascinating and the Namibian government, to its credit, has preserved much of this unique, precious landscape. Equally important, the wildlife are protected and the safari industry is primarily for photographers not hunters. Curiously, one of our campsites here was abandoned by the Namibian manager and it was occupied by Afrikaners who had driven up to hunt for game such as oryx.</div></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-63062747090483463632014-04-25T09:38:00.001-07:002014-04-25T09:38:07.377-07:00Solitaire to Sossusvlei<div><br></div><div><br></div>The end of the tour is nigh. We left Windhoek and pavement yesterday to camp at a site which doubles as a spiritual retreat and a stud farm. It was stark, isolated and lonely. Today, we continued on the dirt: in turns, hard-packed and sandy. This surface is a boon to off-road cyclists. Indeed, it is their preference. It is fitting that our Aussie friend Helen embarked on the Jo'burg to Sea mountain bike venture as we roll south to the Namibia desert, after which this spacious country is named. <div><br></div><div>If you have been following this commentary, you may notice gaps in posts. This is due to the inconsistent internet access throughout the continent. Each country has a different protocol and the riders with smart phones urgently acquire SIM cards upon arrival in a new jurisdiction. Given my IPad, I wait for wifi which is hit or miss, mostly miss on the long stretches of road in isolated regions. Here we are in the aptly titled hamlet of Solitaire.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3gaE4h8E4KGkxA6BxwqB8Cle9o5xCZVKJ7RSJ58MPwFS3SWSdfeUgrcrgo74ssom7XrBO8xddIOwlt1_YQqjgbcLXYKPfjL9_rwTeeYpXIB1aJodfQZhW72DLvEOhqVKxUriDk_NOYBk/s640/blogger-image--488138900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3gaE4h8E4KGkxA6BxwqB8Cle9o5xCZVKJ7RSJ58MPwFS3SWSdfeUgrcrgo74ssom7XrBO8xddIOwlt1_YQqjgbcLXYKPfjL9_rwTeeYpXIB1aJodfQZhW72DLvEOhqVKxUriDk_NOYBk/s640/blogger-image--488138900.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The community consists of a petrol station, a bakery renowned for apple pie and a general dealer. The population is listed on the sign. One may conclude that all of them work here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AMmQooXi-VhCUrvFRw_vKGYwwlVjsoAOQ_Kht5N2pED1LVdVF2vq-Jbp679fFW3N7kH4MdqI_wVAwEztb__shsj1GEt-mxtamImUoX1rbAcWjwVs4jbS3IzV1j9X556Qa02FTB6x7Fs/s640/blogger-image--1113432014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9AMmQooXi-VhCUrvFRw_vKGYwwlVjsoAOQ_Kht5N2pED1LVdVF2vq-Jbp679fFW3N7kH4MdqI_wVAwEztb__shsj1GEt-mxtamImUoX1rbAcWjwVs4jbS3IzV1j9X556Qa02FTB6x7Fs/s640/blogger-image--1113432014.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This last section culminates with the convoy into Cape Town. There is a lot of dirt to cover. Our road int town was marked by an epic descent that was thrilling. It gave way to piste that drew us to our camp. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjis4IZXgj2T5GryCqQIR9YCRYoYZ8kZeVTCbyIRFyBT3kjG9lpgzT0ZqC3_RHlniucGzOj302YsKssRr31K47yIeYETs1FArBi9mwRkcVSE0H7JJrTpBzY81qbhj6Bvq6Ci4pxauGUFzQ/s640/blogger-image-836489822.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjis4IZXgj2T5GryCqQIR9YCRYoYZ8kZeVTCbyIRFyBT3kjG9lpgzT0ZqC3_RHlniucGzOj302YsKssRr31K47yIeYETs1FArBi9mwRkcVSE0H7JJrTpBzY81qbhj6Bvq6Ci4pxauGUFzQ/s640/blogger-image-836489822.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Tomorrow is the final time trial and rider meeting beckons. Our destination is Sesriem which exits as a transit point and accommodation venue for those who wish to take in the famous dunes at Sossusvlei. The TDA has awarded us a day of rest in this village in order to appreciate the red sand.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQl6Lo-6Q_0Cva289q4ii6h4TfjA6L3ovF04NcPlcmOx95zCj2DpDTPFbfxfLCMGNBkqBd270GE5QxQbo83Gd2Pmdalj7A5GmDmwXfXCgMUFjiRuB1XsZ6LrerTNy9mAPbbDYGm3feCU/s640/blogger-image--2006930349.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQl6Lo-6Q_0Cva289q4ii6h4TfjA6L3ovF04NcPlcmOx95zCj2DpDTPFbfxfLCMGNBkqBd270GE5QxQbo83Gd2Pmdalj7A5GmDmwXfXCgMUFjiRuB1XsZ6LrerTNy9mAPbbDYGm3feCU/s640/blogger-image--2006930349.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One last note regards the water management of this region. The basin is vulnerable to drought so the precious resource, the gold of this century, must be wisely managed. Take a look at this sign.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwvMBR9Ry4gh8R3m1Q7eueM3m_oNPZT14hB0ajQZeYdY4K32q2BRFj2V_c2hZQjMgL8ABp2ATicjK6Ty7OVyaVq_WrSttY9Pn_nmwva1Wcv901C-yNyyLB2q5smqjaME75OUPRo36bI8/s640/blogger-image-1241596616.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDwvMBR9Ry4gh8R3m1Q7eueM3m_oNPZT14hB0ajQZeYdY4K32q2BRFj2V_c2hZQjMgL8ABp2ATicjK6Ty7OVyaVq_WrSttY9Pn_nmwva1Wcv901C-yNyyLB2q5smqjaME75OUPRo36bI8/s640/blogger-image-1241596616.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-73586628913578932522014-04-25T06:06:00.001-07:002014-04-25T06:06:28.242-07:00WindhoekThis day of leisure has afforded us access to western luxuries as the capital of Namibia has almost everything one needs in terms of amenities. Windhoek is set among the hills and has broad boulevards that cross the town. These roads, like many in African capitals, bear the names of their heroes. If your name is equated with the independence struggle, there is a street bearing your name. It matters not whether you have fallen into disrepute.<div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqBHir4PB2Sli1R5rT-BdCS8TS7NfTbDB7LDB2hG5hStMbHGaS3pCg9XEQf1Sb-ovHfDnP39Tg1q9d98i6Vr-qzeWLLc6a9Tc4oSQr7chZVaSgrrGljaZYt4ystgvrsvubdkMPOvHTGI/s640/blogger-image--1198800806.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkqBHir4PB2Sli1R5rT-BdCS8TS7NfTbDB7LDB2hG5hStMbHGaS3pCg9XEQf1Sb-ovHfDnP39Tg1q9d98i6Vr-qzeWLLc6a9Tc4oSQr7chZVaSgrrGljaZYt4ystgvrsvubdkMPOvHTGI/s640/blogger-image--1198800806.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The affluence of the city is apparent with the well-appointed suburban communities such as the one where we have made our camp. It is within walking distance of malls that resemble what westerners are accustomed to at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3XiVoN6q9ZdbFAGdxfYKIJM888wa1-6qnTaNqVXyXNCvGh0F4herCKWJtuKHitUdgbN4Npk2J5_x39a9pTh1Y5zGc85M6QWoFVD5JaUbJE0AXintgfDz7eV0AWgLh-OlHoKyWQs6a18E/s640/blogger-image--1997877210.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3XiVoN6q9ZdbFAGdxfYKIJM888wa1-6qnTaNqVXyXNCvGh0F4herCKWJtuKHitUdgbN4Npk2J5_x39a9pTh1Y5zGc85M6QWoFVD5JaUbJE0AXintgfDz7eV0AWgLh-OlHoKyWQs6a18E/s640/blogger-image--1997877210.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Another reminder of the wealth here is the presence of sporting facilities. As I cycled into the city to run errands, there was a complex that offered many activities that I associate with my native land, Canada.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0otKSr2Ii_TFdZ2bAXfrMZWgMRFbRkUIqwJOv7BrxdZQm72bJaW1P-6yuXMW_1ue28vmJCN7-4wRG2fqGKNyJ3Q1EWXZYtDxDIobsj_g7MJhhGui2epmKD-UXQyiLl3dsey7B7apzao/s640/blogger-image-293580144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp0otKSr2Ii_TFdZ2bAXfrMZWgMRFbRkUIqwJOv7BrxdZQm72bJaW1P-6yuXMW_1ue28vmJCN7-4wRG2fqGKNyJ3Q1EWXZYtDxDIobsj_g7MJhhGui2epmKD-UXQyiLl3dsey7B7apzao/s640/blogger-image-293580144.jpg"></a></div><br></div>And, of course, what German city would be without a good brew. We celebrated at Joe's beer house with several pints of the local draught. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonaJi44uihbtjVmaQN7G0otMngHeKwzkK4Nr9ZrkHX3h4MpGYT670LktUcu6mqp1L-wOUrBdWtcs7FCn6Sv_FNuy6nOalHYnu08FZaTBjrkQqO8BSuMeBAuANIhXedxY1orn1c__jA8k/s640/blogger-image--2058394691.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgonaJi44uihbtjVmaQN7G0otMngHeKwzkK4Nr9ZrkHX3h4MpGYT670LktUcu6mqp1L-wOUrBdWtcs7FCn6Sv_FNuy6nOalHYnu08FZaTBjrkQqO8BSuMeBAuANIhXedxY1orn1c__jA8k/s640/blogger-image--2058394691.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-51620048104901927042014-04-25T06:03:00.001-07:002014-04-25T06:03:21.729-07:00Namibia BurnOur cook, Yanez, is familiar with the Burning Man phenomenon. Indeed, there is one in South Africa that has a similar ethos to the Nevada tradition. The other night, a mini-burn was organized after dinner with our leader, Randy, playing percussion and our driver Noah encouraging folks to dance and send messages on paper into the fire. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpumKQRbZy2HoiC7MddMXiRvzte-FucUGv8aenQ3s3zSz5go2XcQIxQUJMQ0hyphenhyphenMN1aGZZqK9zOUdSqRUULTWfYTuA6pp0pepr5CMLr69pz5RfSffg6wkVuNOmCpmYRGqruAQHhwx41y8/s640/blogger-image--116090216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMpumKQRbZy2HoiC7MddMXiRvzte-FucUGv8aenQ3s3zSz5go2XcQIxQUJMQ0hyphenhyphenMN1aGZZqK9zOUdSqRUULTWfYTuA6pp0pepr5CMLr69pz5RfSffg6wkVuNOmCpmYRGqruAQHhwx41y8/s640/blogger-image--116090216.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Everyone took part and the pyrotechnics were impressive for so,etching that was hastily brought together using local wood and kindling. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7UIxM0XY3Tcy9rFHTNhA9U3E0LC_OEySa5jBD27cto42rTBa-hfq4cbgupsnUpDPkFC3jNNW5WL2_uLg5-XwB3dutmfqmWtrVizrVkUSzZyGWtFMxTOJ3QaDYT8WH_AYpAfoFAuHg2I/s640/blogger-image--2110420515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf7UIxM0XY3Tcy9rFHTNhA9U3E0LC_OEySa5jBD27cto42rTBa-hfq4cbgupsnUpDPkFC3jNNW5WL2_uLg5-XwB3dutmfqmWtrVizrVkUSzZyGWtFMxTOJ3QaDYT8WH_AYpAfoFAuHg2I/s640/blogger-image--2110420515.jpg"></a></div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br></div><div><br></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-40446430037411300572014-04-25T06:01:00.001-07:002014-04-25T06:01:41.484-07:00Heads, Tails and the Trans-KalahariThe road from Maun to Windhoek is more or less flat and straight. The scenery is scrubby and ordinary. It challenges one's imagination as the distances are daunting. In fact, we had six centuries during this past section. Unless you listen to tunes or podcasts, there is ample time for reflection. It helps to avoid thoughts of aching quadriceps and hamstrings. <div><br></div><div>One diversion is the ubiquitous presence of a bug on the highway. It may indeed be a cricket. Whatever species it is, the insect moves slowly and is vulnerable to being crushed. When the tire runs over it, the guts, a yellowish colour, spray on one's legs. This irksome insect also inhabits our campsites, sometimes joining us in our tents.</div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgOZ6azDlvQ_-YcNhPwhpc5CNg8CX0nSLKc2M4TJ0Svpu2JKZKlTXt44uNQleEUP7cQyAhMdP8Hf5eMT9BtE0Hx8tkWNc4sozp3YUYeqPpJzJ-GW-Uu3KYT3QB-ooGHPiDqGLHikMjLk/s640/blogger-image--174541357.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQgOZ6azDlvQ_-YcNhPwhpc5CNg8CX0nSLKc2M4TJ0Svpu2JKZKlTXt44uNQleEUP7cQyAhMdP8Hf5eMT9BtE0Hx8tkWNc4sozp3YUYeqPpJzJ-GW-Uu3KYT3QB-ooGHPiDqGLHikMjLk/s640/blogger-image--174541357.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The elephant highway section finished yesterday with a stiff headwind as we pulled into the Namibian capital of Windhoek, a modern city surrounded by some low-lying hills which we climbed from the east. Headwinds have been a recurring source of lament during this year's TDA. We struggled north of Khartoum and the trend has been for any wind to be in our face rather than at our back. The one notable and fortuitous exception was the epic 200 km. plus day when we copped a tail wind in western Botswana that was a blessing.</div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The campsites have been off the road in the "bush". We set up our tents and cots among acacia trees. Thorns are a nuisance to both the body and the bicycle. The vegetation in the deserts is prickly indeed.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwoxc684Ar9rTTvtVscFCrBGglA_mS6XcluGyhmzGybG5sAyDRDkHgUhy5C9OwEsAazxTN8sogw-Juigg6AEoFUD3t6wbjEa8K66TMPOnBN3NbtXbaYSCNoN9w9o0VCT2XH9QAr5QfFY/s640/blogger-image-824600046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwoxc684Ar9rTTvtVscFCrBGglA_mS6XcluGyhmzGybG5sAyDRDkHgUhy5C9OwEsAazxTN8sogw-Juigg6AEoFUD3t6wbjEa8K66TMPOnBN3NbtXbaYSCNoN9w9o0VCT2XH9QAr5QfFY/s640/blogger-image-824600046.jpg"></a></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-39984506292353297192014-04-20T22:22:00.001-07:002014-04-20T22:22:16.213-07:00Special DutchThe latest section of the tour commenced on a foggy morning in Livingstone, Zambia. Nine new riders joined the escapade. Five of them are from the Netherlands, including one rider, Paul, who did the opening Sudanese section with us. Paul is an experienced TDA rider. He taught me a lot about simple approaches to gearing and to taking a wide path going up hills. Collectively, the Dutch are remarkable cyclists.<div><br></div><div>The other day, there was a team time trial on the flats of Botswana. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Guess who won it? Yes, the Dutch rocked the fastest time. It was but a foregone conclusion. Another team comprised of folks from northern climates was led by a Dane, Klaus, who is back for his third TDA after breaking his leg one year and his pelvis another year. He is an exceptionally strong cyclist and obviously intrepid.</span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><br></span></div><div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsAE8v9WKxdbgTfOjotGsqZCq0rizb7_zfEhqrp4h9NZzIyk-s8b3Tb0N9_Erenm4W1uwlWcxV_x4twQWyTPBS7ubVsS3IVSEf7HLCfm5xsSvMM_U3hjcdaPznfbrAgzarP08g_ajW5Q/s640/blogger-image-1728227095.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhsAE8v9WKxdbgTfOjotGsqZCq0rizb7_zfEhqrp4h9NZzIyk-s8b3Tb0N9_Erenm4W1uwlWcxV_x4twQWyTPBS7ubVsS3IVSEf7HLCfm5xsSvMM_U3hjcdaPznfbrAgzarP08g_ajW5Q/s640/blogger-image-1728227095.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">This was at the end of the time trial, bikes strewn around the lunch truck. Food!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Yesterday was the longest day of the tour. Almost all of us endured 208 kilometres across flat Botswanan terrain to the Nambian border. A new woman's record was set for this leg of the trip. Ina, a remarkably fit rider from the Netherlands, smashed the record (as she would say "with a little help from my friends"). She is a delightful person who has dominated the woman's field this year. Here she is relaxing after the victorious time trial. Well done Ina!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtse6Cr5ae6bpEwQj71A11_KfsJNdt6kfJxelTZbekMaueRVVebm-bMyj8RBDUlHRmcn5QSuPXD2oHmUG9sWg95SvFAZDoSJ1Il7CnVaqv2wVzGTK2VhyphenhyphenR5PT2wVlkDlsdoVl86RFSwc/s640/blogger-image-1976664608.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPtse6Cr5ae6bpEwQj71A11_KfsJNdt6kfJxelTZbekMaueRVVebm-bMyj8RBDUlHRmcn5QSuPXD2oHmUG9sWg95SvFAZDoSJ1Il7CnVaqv2wVzGTK2VhyphenhyphenR5PT2wVlkDlsdoVl86RFSwc/s640/blogger-image-1976664608.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-12978948663172932152014-04-19T11:59:00.001-07:002014-04-19T11:59:49.982-07:00OkavangoMaun is the gateway to the delta, home to much wildlife and therefore a big draw for tourists. One can do a makoro tour in a canoe or take a flight over the vast area where the river spills across the landscape. A group of us did the latter as the sun set a few days ago. This scenic birds-eye view entails a trip to the local airstrip. Here is David at the entry before we hop on the seven-seat plane.<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VqTkXWeKD0aOSOB6iQ1OEN3EJkQAHTXtATpVJe7BD8GZpuuFwiENfL7jl9nKkX9irOQn6otj2AD1rYDZeOF7vJ2xqAQZ2dgJUzK93xSSWuvnpNuhErro-riFtyrC85OkdpoxYTcatfg/s640/blogger-image--892795059.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7VqTkXWeKD0aOSOB6iQ1OEN3EJkQAHTXtATpVJe7BD8GZpuuFwiENfL7jl9nKkX9irOQn6otj2AD1rYDZeOF7vJ2xqAQZ2dgJUzK93xSSWuvnpNuhErro-riFtyrC85OkdpoxYTcatfg/s640/blogger-image--892795059.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It is an Aussie aircraft that cruises above the delta at a low altitude. Below, Kim enters the co-pilot's seat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJmZnL2gWikYyQmKlknID74iV_PmnsBn0oIv-Zi56OZlXgs8RHU3cPsIhNktgM0D963de7GR3o8jy973ihdCZxFvnlLP7BcoKgtyeTCX2LHhkONU5J64OtxH-KT674VvqsUG_4LshU10/s640/blogger-image-598120821.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJmZnL2gWikYyQmKlknID74iV_PmnsBn0oIv-Zi56OZlXgs8RHU3cPsIhNktgM0D963de7GR3o8jy973ihdCZxFvnlLP7BcoKgtyeTCX2LHhkONU5J64OtxH-KT674VvqsUG_4LshU10/s640/blogger-image-598120821.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The pilot follows a route north from the town of Maun, passing over shrubs, grassland and wetland. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdCw-PsP8NOOf3BtSLNr4W-85CC3rFRT0ch2h2InL3i-H6GEczV5avoE6DLzW2A8Qxyqmmm7tmT3OfnG8kPArBqWu25Br5dWBRnL8UE_HwEaMukJSQA4FktZwsCfDG1_eEn_oeGRDZpI/s640/blogger-image-1566996345.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdCw-PsP8NOOf3BtSLNr4W-85CC3rFRT0ch2h2InL3i-H6GEczV5avoE6DLzW2A8Qxyqmmm7tmT3OfnG8kPArBqWu25Br5dWBRnL8UE_HwEaMukJSQA4FktZwsCfDG1_eEn_oeGRDZpI/s640/blogger-image-1566996345.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Within a few minutes, the delta view becomes clear. It extends as far as one can see. There are elephants, giraffes, lechwe, and many animals below. They appear microscopic and yet they are visible in their habitat.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Box6okeUkt5ZHqbpEiWB7V9OfD-WBKOwDTlI5_JJQJWrHVHv-PR_TrlteoidDRk4ff5B7cDqws4hZH0-JlZnzk2VOYRyaWPaYxoUNGGkB96nN8RZWfzxY_GugeZUU2KnyYfL-8FVYJo/s640/blogger-image-1342337480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Box6okeUkt5ZHqbpEiWB7V9OfD-WBKOwDTlI5_JJQJWrHVHv-PR_TrlteoidDRk4ff5B7cDqws4hZH0-JlZnzk2VOYRyaWPaYxoUNGGkB96nN8RZWfzxY_GugeZUU2KnyYfL-8FVYJo/s640/blogger-image-1342337480.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The river's course shapes the land. As you can see, it meanders through the flat and fans out. From satellite images, it is impressive as it gives the scale of this natural wonder of the world.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU34FCgUTpzLzbxBmn6iSQUuLbWDIts7aAd_8-KtmjygFAybqysnPhVjKo5wms-mlkh_ZAaOakmOGNGuZ_WznvJvGPvO6TUFTsVYlSEm4_A7dm5iECzFNGafPFGutV6PUilPMJyF0vf7k/s640/blogger-image--846547713.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU34FCgUTpzLzbxBmn6iSQUuLbWDIts7aAd_8-KtmjygFAybqysnPhVjKo5wms-mlkh_ZAaOakmOGNGuZ_WznvJvGPvO6TUFTsVYlSEm4_A7dm5iECzFNGafPFGutV6PUilPMJyF0vf7k/s640/blogger-image--846547713.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After forty-five minutes of aerial surveying, we return to the settled area of Maun. It is a trading centre amid the vast, dry deserts and savannahs of Botswana, a sparsely populated country.</div><br></div><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-39410251357245855542014-04-19T07:42:00.001-07:002014-04-19T07:42:12.523-07:00IDiterODYou may know that the TDA is a race as well as an expedition. When I embarked on the tour, my expectation and intent was to complete the total distance, the vaunted EFI (Every F#*kin Inch). As the tour rolled on and I lost EFI in the Sudanese sands, I was persuaded to pick up the pace and compete. <div><br></div><div>The title of this post has the name of an iconic dog sled race in Alaska. As a cryptic crossword buff, I use this word to break down my feeling about the race. The ID stands for the premier racers this year: Ina, Dave & Dave & Dieteric. They often set out as a mini-peloton and invariably they win the day's race, referred to as a stage. Iter is the Latin word for way. OD is overdose.</div><div><br></div><div>Due to the sympathy of the best riders, ID, one stage was left open to the other cyclists. The clearly superior or faster cyclist opted to stop at an oasis called Planet Baobab for a dip in a pool and a cold beverage. There are other strong peddles who could have won the stage. One of my comrades, Michel, another Dutch rider, indeed beat me to the finish line. However, due to a flat that lengthened his overall time for the stage, I sneaked in with the best time. Luck. Karma. A stroke for the ego.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhPUfK0juUTFomTPLdnjQGBsJPTuElRMQUA0xMrVpqWobiayx509ZzppXEwapIsCfcIN-ynfxq0pJWfwEjU_E2hzv4c_A3qsANsk9E3RTQKwOFNEfQLJE3nAa2Yum49OYuaLVDLeSq-A/s640/blogger-image--624027852.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMhPUfK0juUTFomTPLdnjQGBsJPTuElRMQUA0xMrVpqWobiayx509ZzppXEwapIsCfcIN-ynfxq0pJWfwEjU_E2hzv4c_A3qsANsk9E3RTQKwOFNEfQLJE3nAa2Yum49OYuaLVDLeSq-A/s640/blogger-image--624027852.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The ultimate winners are all of us. We have each accomplished our respective goals: to see Africa by bicycle and cooperate with our friends to make it to Cape Town with rich memories of landscape, pain, relief and experience. </div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-40680154382115997572014-04-17T12:19:00.001-07:002014-04-17T12:19:55.327-07:00Maun FarewellsTwo cyclists are leaving the TDA 2014 to pursue other adventures. Scott, our tech-savvy engineer, hopped on a flight to Cape Town this afternoon. Within a week, he will be back in Calgary to prepare for a triathlon this summer. Helen, an Aussie water engineer, is booked to do the Jo'burg to Sea mountain bike competition and needs to arrive in advance to embark on that excursion. They have been with us since Khartoum and they will be missed. <div><br></div><div>Scott is primarily a runner so he presumably fulfilled his cycling saturation point earlier than many of us. Now, he can focus on his training regime from the comfort of home. A lover of snacks, access to burgers, fries and Coca-Cola will be convenient now. Thanks for his faithful help in finding the web wherever we were on this odyssey.</div><div><br></div><div> All the best to him in Penticton and beyond. </div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkPdmhZoVmMhZfN3AVdrTCfxHd_EymQtn3kSRK9ZiQK0YxAKB1ljcF9KVz0avEaJnAuIaVOQWRc7EsYMaBdb_t5a6X9di5g_wogd0HfnUHNU38ILmzqUxLLuTsmDrJoeGI5IJKjK7f-0/s640/blogger-image--842613815.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxkPdmhZoVmMhZfN3AVdrTCfxHd_EymQtn3kSRK9ZiQK0YxAKB1ljcF9KVz0avEaJnAuIaVOQWRc7EsYMaBdb_t5a6X9di5g_wogd0HfnUHNU38ILmzqUxLLuTsmDrJoeGI5IJKjK7f-0/s640/blogger-image--842613815.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Helen has been a consistently upbeat supporter of all of us. Ever willing to engage with the locals in whatever dialect she could master, Helen always seems to have heaps of energy. That pep and her positive spirit is infectious. She is at a crossroads in terms of work or study as she has decisions to make regarding an overseas job or a doctorate. We will carry her attitude with us to Cape Town and hope for a reunion there. Rock that Jo'burg to sea race.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIjAZ2YZIel1Yd0YOqWoAF5Zh_h86QDMZKFQXW_yFzg9zEIbFbcAn1eNMvPdanCNsfTMtBqC4XqHQfuER7N3ajaf3-_i1c4qx3ClGNS84zeMvnIX2SuOkDTBWfLLn6QO1xfeSaXLfMKY/s640/blogger-image-1090118246.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbIjAZ2YZIel1Yd0YOqWoAF5Zh_h86QDMZKFQXW_yFzg9zEIbFbcAn1eNMvPdanCNsfTMtBqC4XqHQfuER7N3ajaf3-_i1c4qx3ClGNS84zeMvnIX2SuOkDTBWfLLn6QO1xfeSaXLfMKY/s640/blogger-image-1090118246.jpg"></a></div><br></div></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-67731688934248127182014-04-17T05:11:00.001-07:002014-04-17T05:11:31.577-07:00GratitudeThis expedition can only happen with good people supporting the riders. Ten people have enabled us to reach our current rest stop in the middle of Botswana. One of them had to leave us in Lalibela, Ethiopia in order to attend to other TDA business, including the leadership of the Silk Route, another epic ride. Our mechanic, Alex, and the race director, Gillian, are out of station so the remaining seven were the recipients of a sumptuous breakfast courtesy of the riders. Here they are. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsnSPv6LE18gOQn4kjmVtqUHiLzhWfenM0GQ9vGRLEAFTsQJLTLpBtnFfVUyWjlW9jegN_ZyQPoX43lq1J1CDXhom9vwDWz1EZw2JhHwlfJSDYX-GRJxXF0EXzz6RD04YdZZll46zNzQ/s640/blogger-image-298717117.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSsnSPv6LE18gOQn4kjmVtqUHiLzhWfenM0GQ9vGRLEAFTsQJLTLpBtnFfVUyWjlW9jegN_ZyQPoX43lq1J1CDXhom9vwDWz1EZw2JhHwlfJSDYX-GRJxXF0EXzz6RD04YdZZll46zNzQ/s640/blogger-image-298717117.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Left to right: Steve, Tanzanian driver, Yanez, chef, Noah, Zimbabwean driver, Justin and Bina, American logistical/communications, Hannah, British nurse and Randy, Canadian tour leader.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The catalyst for this lovely meal was David, our youngest cyclist and his riding buddy, Alessandro, our largest rider. They coordinated the purchase of the food, the collection of money and the meal preparation. They did a first-class job. It started out with a simple spread.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatkcUwRYXW3akxI85LI-T8P0KNZjOw52xglLHjSZuUzRNp6IFiKF5Z9MKRbVbDdmg8AA2JC7o2HCvg6yp7TcfghGjns3JCueFHQ2D65eTY_jyf8y6RN4990nDcXKh4u7jvyIu7Nf11pU/s640/blogger-image--774463123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgatkcUwRYXW3akxI85LI-T8P0KNZjOw52xglLHjSZuUzRNp6IFiKF5Z9MKRbVbDdmg8AA2JC7o2HCvg6yp7TcfghGjns3JCueFHQ2D65eTY_jyf8y6RN4990nDcXKh4u7jvyIu7Nf11pU/s640/blogger-image--774463123.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Sally Anne and Leah whipped up pancake batter. Maple syrup was brought in for the occasion by Robert who joined the tour with his mother Susan in Livingstone. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4EI9-t2O2FrG412KlVwOPwPoGZ_4MV9OTcz6dSrgAVhx434XoHaRKIBtCZ4RGN3Ms3ljq86bpS0kN5dLdS_7GyWkALGhurTmjJ0t2kR_etUGb2Eka4hNslcGMLoqmwnNkJlUbL8OjsI/s640/blogger-image--1943846495.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_4EI9-t2O2FrG412KlVwOPwPoGZ_4MV9OTcz6dSrgAVhx434XoHaRKIBtCZ4RGN3Ms3ljq86bpS0kN5dLdS_7GyWkALGhurTmjJ0t2kR_etUGb2Eka4hNslcGMLoqmwnNkJlUbL8OjsI/s640/blogger-image--1943846495.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The chef de mission brought us together and assigned tasks: brewing coffee, frying bacon, scrambling eggs. David is in the shade; Alessandro is in the sun. Robert, the syrup mule, is smiling on the right.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNbBhcqu9IO4rpFpC4HV8CbY_IO0ws2nMf6deyBDLwJI8TiSZy1JX9DJNoaBUjvbFzBAppEqMtlZFl7c68kTFAjOz9Me9Vb1ryV5JHHXKe5_hwuVSIqiNxPv9em0kAcWZTrOiSqUs5zs/s640/blogger-image--1066771901.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNbBhcqu9IO4rpFpC4HV8CbY_IO0ws2nMf6deyBDLwJI8TiSZy1JX9DJNoaBUjvbFzBAppEqMtlZFl7c68kTFAjOz9Me9Vb1ryV5JHHXKe5_hwuVSIqiNxPv9em0kAcWZTrOiSqUs5zs/s640/blogger-image--1066771901.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Mimosas were served. Dietie, a cook by training, contributed his expertise.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3y5e7bWo-NF_tLVTL2xCtSXdKXcA4t_nm6vrDNfnU6f2BDypTaO1N-eys9n5Blr8IqDNeUMTfjxBmCMAVfJoixofkQKuHiqT8jr81cdP9mGZsoLnTbky4zVJCmbIgJ3jh1zMQm4n1jo/s640/blogger-image-1042426799.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS3y5e7bWo-NF_tLVTL2xCtSXdKXcA4t_nm6vrDNfnU6f2BDypTaO1N-eys9n5Blr8IqDNeUMTfjxBmCMAVfJoixofkQKuHiqT8jr81cdP9mGZsoLnTbky4zVJCmbIgJ3jh1zMQm4n1jo/s640/blogger-image-1042426799.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">After every meal, cleanup duty is assigned to a rotating crew. Here, Michael does volunteer service at the bins.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCidoEGfxvf3CtLJtKzT6idiCSr7xS6KZ5nhYXEB19IbTPLtKFfcrWWnu6ZjeQBuyLOl8zwCuiwJY6VBCmApAw7c2AOJmmJcPGzF4MrHSnnuhzgyoj2ssBLJlgVjrR8JWizksBuXgZwM/s640/blogger-image--1632675160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQCidoEGfxvf3CtLJtKzT6idiCSr7xS6KZ5nhYXEB19IbTPLtKFfcrWWnu6ZjeQBuyLOl8zwCuiwJY6VBCmApAw7c2AOJmmJcPGzF4MrHSnnuhzgyoj2ssBLJlgVjrR8JWizksBuXgZwM/s640/blogger-image--1632675160.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">It was an unqualified success. The effort personified the motto of Andover, David's alma mater: Non Sibi. This translates as "Not for self."</div></div><br></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div></div><br></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-71643464299248638102014-04-14T20:36:00.001-07:002014-04-14T20:38:08.024-07:00Long, Straight Road and farewell to MosquitoesWe entered Botswana at the river ferry crossing. It was casual. A long queue of trucks were waiting on both sides of the watercourse, anticipating the opportunity to ford the Zambezi and carry on. Eventually, we were granted approval to pass to the Botswana side. The official dome were lax about our entry as they asked us what our duration was and stamped our passports and sent us on our way. Once in camp, we knew we were among the elephants by the dung around the famous baobab trees.<div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNIrBVDwJpR4pirrZqFEOExiezkiL2MJM7t3zJaOP4GR-7XEBfsv6ykXV_SkBeH-HJnLpACkuugJbk55qDLuKPTS1ljSMXCxlKEBcTPT3Efvd-5tFRAl77mwUpHd1DPBr4bbl13yaliE/s640/blogger-image--1974052933.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDNIrBVDwJpR4pirrZqFEOExiezkiL2MJM7t3zJaOP4GR-7XEBfsv6ykXV_SkBeH-HJnLpACkuugJbk55qDLuKPTS1ljSMXCxlKEBcTPT3Efvd-5tFRAl77mwUpHd1DPBr4bbl13yaliE/s640/blogger-image--1974052933.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The road or roads here extend forever and one can see the horizon unfold. The riding is easy as the highway is paved but it is flat and tedious. The sky offers variety from the relentless terrain.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabuqJzv5o-vZHTJACSy09UWFzl1xYS7zvNjwcAnbiGL6676bCfM89xMCYZDMCiEqVRjAAXeioVZfUGU0En8QJskA_s25UwnODKs1VxCDybh3DOhyGnhJWUFk043Jzyc28NSMg8Y-ylJY/s640/blogger-image--1717985738.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgabuqJzv5o-vZHTJACSy09UWFzl1xYS7zvNjwcAnbiGL6676bCfM89xMCYZDMCiEqVRjAAXeioVZfUGU0En8QJskA_s25UwnODKs1VxCDybh3DOhyGnhJWUFk043Jzyc28NSMg8Y-ylJY/s640/blogger-image--1717985738.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As we proceed westbound to the Namibian desert, the risk of malaria tapers off. As you can see, it is almost time to consume the last few malaria prophylaxis tablets and get on with the last section of African terrain. Here we go en route to Cape Town. The blue band is a mozzie repellent and the currency is the pula of Botswana. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXje2UFtg2dmCZf4dep6mwz4mGwjDYDhuE62OPAc5FvJxF9jmM1nIZc3x_0b0ygvcNj_146hFrSYYlMZ30n-XRf8OlIOvwFzotTm0LurXzmat8vR90CQB_MvrwsfYeGU0jfGLXmw_Yki4/s640/blogger-image--690762269.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXje2UFtg2dmCZf4dep6mwz4mGwjDYDhuE62OPAc5FvJxF9jmM1nIZc3x_0b0ygvcNj_146hFrSYYlMZ30n-XRf8OlIOvwFzotTm0LurXzmat8vR90CQB_MvrwsfYeGU0jfGLXmw_Yki4/s640/blogger-image--690762269.jpg"></a></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-35264527268686011652014-04-11T12:12:00.001-07:002014-04-11T12:12:38.881-07:00Public WorksWe have seen many public servants on the roadsides cutting the tall grass. The tool of the trade is the aforementioned machete. Many young men, sometimes clad in fluorescent government issue uniforms, ride to work on bikes. One such fellow allowed me to photograph his accoutrement. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiuFN1VPqQOvtTMDGxPAYGO_SuXgiKhzRLskm-QZuirUgyqEPu23WNJ_kkK_DSqS8o3wqgLEZkcZrlB35yl9m9ALpjDO1OXYv8RzqZI-PBLUcwrkabn3CQZK8WXpPPDDLaZB0R163gAI/s640/blogger-image--802985153.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpiuFN1VPqQOvtTMDGxPAYGO_SuXgiKhzRLskm-QZuirUgyqEPu23WNJ_kkK_DSqS8o3wqgLEZkcZrlB35yl9m9ALpjDO1OXYv8RzqZI-PBLUcwrkabn3CQZK8WXpPPDDLaZB0R163gAI/s640/blogger-image--802985153.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">And here is a grass cutter at work.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKwi1lke34xwQouhC4-p1rG09gKoU9o5-N6CsyIP5ov-tTLx8aoa9TuoEdLGIbhF1ZRepWrrO054GJfQObM45HEd4AGuuUokRRbA7tJceRLPcP7wa0rPXq0KTqHlkUJ92bSfztSxFYEc/s640/blogger-image--881670621.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiKwi1lke34xwQouhC4-p1rG09gKoU9o5-N6CsyIP5ov-tTLx8aoa9TuoEdLGIbhF1ZRepWrrO054GJfQObM45HEd4AGuuUokRRbA7tJceRLPcP7wa0rPXq0KTqHlkUJ92bSfztSxFYEc/s640/blogger-image--881670621.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">As in the western world, good sustainable jobs are in short supply. It seems as though the government here can make work for many youth who would otherwise be unemployed. We are told that these jobs are hard to get because one must know someone in the government in order to be considered for hiring. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Livingstone is a town dominated by tourism. Witness the museum bearing the name of the Scottish doctor who explored these parts a long time ago. Notice the baobab tree behind the statue.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MQ-aQq2hgg5zKp8CfiDBZJ5KIfxZ8gCmetUQpYg1RBOvuWeC1h-7RgkKRZi8VDcSpfHIW02ENZGrYsj4fj3wk_7V0WM7SD_-wIqGsN6N5kuQLHZxSAZJPZ4FbjLXXzT4R1Y3VSjYSn8/s640/blogger-image--1174486770.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_MQ-aQq2hgg5zKp8CfiDBZJ5KIfxZ8gCmetUQpYg1RBOvuWeC1h-7RgkKRZi8VDcSpfHIW02ENZGrYsj4fj3wk_7V0WM7SD_-wIqGsN6N5kuQLHZxSAZJPZ4FbjLXXzT4R1Y3VSjYSn8/s640/blogger-image--1174486770.jpg"></a></div></div><br></div>Even today, the influence of John Cleese can be seen on the Main Street of Livingstone.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTCrugynqEsPNdpWuw4KYSNtiLTigQRx_m63ei55heN6HlTbCBnD5245SsdvYNaQU7eVTd7bjR54cgfANKgLy1W5b9bv-PXhK7Ioqti2KGR8GcPIGny4ny11t-JHF8AEwXkeRiSc2jT8/s640/blogger-image-808284824.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdTCrugynqEsPNdpWuw4KYSNtiLTigQRx_m63ei55heN6HlTbCBnD5245SsdvYNaQU7eVTd7bjR54cgfANKgLy1W5b9bv-PXhK7Ioqti2KGR8GcPIGny4ny11t-JHF8AEwXkeRiSc2jT8/s640/blogger-image-808284824.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The community caters to a lot of foreigners so the municipal authorities discourage the nuisance of beggars. This sign is indicative of the policy (and the poor writing skills of the sign maker).</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCalqzLBT19bWyUjJ4ocClQLt-6sPNgg8w5kpgnEff6_mMEO_JsmuRGjvUTEjF9cHpHeJGgKMProHu5AfH3ZS9QbWZhoszDFZfjl7O0EK1OM9pjuMGrDvZ57bXeDpIdN7cfNd4q1Sy3A/s640/blogger-image-1723752846.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCalqzLBT19bWyUjJ4ocClQLt-6sPNgg8w5kpgnEff6_mMEO_JsmuRGjvUTEjF9cHpHeJGgKMProHu5AfH3ZS9QbWZhoszDFZfjl7O0EK1OM9pjuMGrDvZ57bXeDpIdN7cfNd4q1Sy3A/s640/blogger-image-1723752846.jpg"></a></div><br></div><br></div><br></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-74608462909357479232014-04-11T09:52:00.001-07:002014-04-11T09:52:44.949-07:00Linda Basic PrimaryThis morning's lesson was facilitated by the deputy teacher, Ms. Phiri, who allowed me to present the mandate of the Tour D' Afrique to a group of sixty or so Zambian children who live in the villages south and east of Livingstone. I brought this device as a prop to show them the map of Africa and explain this year's version. Eventually, the blackboard became my easel and I fashioned a facsimile of the route with related ideas. <div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwcvgq2Jmpm_hNQs4OAPo0o8VdLdUg3IdZ3mY2aZpmEJ09mkeOLuKYTVO4XLB19RvVWQvnR0BcWoaBssVGx6FU7Zqhn0mWOzPWh1xSmT_cgwzlTpBnKZkfeq3-xxBky0acO4rRk7lDSM/s640/blogger-image--1525210414.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSwcvgq2Jmpm_hNQs4OAPo0o8VdLdUg3IdZ3mY2aZpmEJ09mkeOLuKYTVO4XLB19RvVWQvnR0BcWoaBssVGx6FU7Zqhn0mWOzPWh1xSmT_cgwzlTpBnKZkfeq3-xxBky0acO4rRk7lDSM/s640/blogger-image--1525210414.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There were a few pregnant pauses. I resorted to the Socratic method and tried to elicit responses from the group. Much to my delight, a few keeners raised their hands respectfully and offered correct answers. Most of the students stared and listened. It is anyone's guess how much "learning" there was. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3Yf6yDTkC3TNnNpEnkv7u9Uj2y7D837BYLDOfH5POwpQKZl8AhtCjefJsRCpnSOXKJCj9zh393fN1yxuzOBXE7j9YlRwSqRo2CaMN2CaU68Up-_FRzgvZYn5ju6YLE3szZ1rs4LRoew/s640/blogger-image--1981652578.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb3Yf6yDTkC3TNnNpEnkv7u9Uj2y7D837BYLDOfH5POwpQKZl8AhtCjefJsRCpnSOXKJCj9zh393fN1yxuzOBXE7j9YlRwSqRo2CaMN2CaU68Up-_FRzgvZYn5ju6YLE3szZ1rs4LRoew/s640/blogger-image--1981652578.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I feel for these young souls for there is great potential and yet such meagre resources. It is obvious that the school needs more rooms, desks, pens, pencils, paper, books,...water and electricity. Thinking about the plight of the educators here made my head spin. How does one begin to address the requirements of the curriculum? The objectives include literacy, numeracy, socialization, discipline. And my impression is that the tiny minority of kids who attend private schools have exceptional facilities in contrast to the brick boxes that house these pupils.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNsaWnOlYSJXrNX594Yi_wKIKclgNNHlU7NEfx0Ybsl87BZzK8XJvmDJk21Vs1xmm_FuEZkEloJ-aKkzXKQfwS09I1H7z_F5EbKb65QNgcFUTeYUbTR51XuJu5vsgdDCgkRNSXZB2buk/s640/blogger-image-1070774228.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFNsaWnOlYSJXrNX594Yi_wKIKclgNNHlU7NEfx0Ybsl87BZzK8XJvmDJk21Vs1xmm_FuEZkEloJ-aKkzXKQfwS09I1H7z_F5EbKb65QNgcFUTeYUbTR51XuJu5vsgdDCgkRNSXZB2buk/s640/blogger-image-1070774228.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Suffice to say that the sacred public trusts of health care and education are not equitably distributed. One Zambian said that the ministers and politicians should be compelled to access government hospitals and schools rather than perpetuate the gap by using elite institutions. However, that is not the way it works. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">There are no simple solutions to this inequality phenomenon. It will take visionary Mandela-esque leadership for some African nations to deliver creditable services to the majority of ordinary citizens. Although the inequality exists in our world, the disparity here is stark and dispiriting.</div><br></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12742654652867315149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4445498404457926758.post-2359750758489012182014-04-11T04:10:00.001-07:002014-04-11T04:10:45.945-07:00Jump!Every TDA participant was gifted a safari treat at the bike donation here in the Victoria Falls area. My award was a "bridge slide". This amounted to a bungee jump off the Vic Falls bridge. Undaunted by the prospect of soiling myself in the process, I redeemed my voucher for a jump in the afternoon. <div><br></div><div>Making my way among the vendors, artistes and hustlers, I arrived at the middle of the bridge. For those of you who have not experienced the thrill of tossing oneself into the abyss, it can be terrifying.</div><div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNTu6AKggADUJ5cpRcgIqNjKlvWF5YLNzA1T0kTVkw1oYNrhkoj3YUZFCELcCJgLFgK4NXySxQE2UGtFdMMOJLgHBlUcXgQENx1wYNEvboJ8iIapz1sllCW6Xd3auV9LQha63218icBk/s640/blogger-image--1466990963.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgNTu6AKggADUJ5cpRcgIqNjKlvWF5YLNzA1T0kTVkw1oYNrhkoj3YUZFCELcCJgLFgK4NXySxQE2UGtFdMMOJLgHBlUcXgQENx1wYNEvboJ8iIapz1sllCW6Xd3auV9LQha63218icBk/s640/blogger-image--1466990963.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">The cheerful attendants strapped me into a harness and gave me my jumping instructions. Linked to two ropes by a carabiner (spelling?), I was told to hold onto the rope while I plummeted toward the Zambezi below. Three, Two, One...jump!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJeSLsgntFSIyImz5I9UCq3IvDMQpl59Y_-Lr6B6CEwjRCffgVQ_E-oaLNx1njuelXEIQvUdaZLLzGJIflIxPoXYaDAsZCRDp4Slw7VvByA199oE3VVXKnNa-x-BGRw-pcpdy4HrmjHQ/s640/blogger-image--496148156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJeSLsgntFSIyImz5I9UCq3IvDMQpl59Y_-Lr6B6CEwjRCffgVQ_E-oaLNx1njuelXEIQvUdaZLLzGJIflIxPoXYaDAsZCRDp4Slw7VvByA199oE3VVXKnNa-x-BGRw-pcpdy4HrmjHQ/s640/blogger-image--496148156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjJeSLsgntFSIyImz5I9UCq3IvDMQpl59Y_-Lr6B6CEwjRCffgVQ_E-oaLNx1njuelXEIQvUdaZLLzGJIflIxPoXYaDAsZCRDp4Slw7VvByA199oE3VVXKnNa-x-BGRw-pcpdy4HrmjHQ/s640/blogger-image--496148156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAv8KfMYweAWA-d5v5-ipUT_SAD8ZecL8A0PnVckn_T0MotAe_zCuDhynL-agycBqJuAvmSBgYOOZDt3Wr5Gy9tkG4m-amyv8IYzxArDrxxqRzw_80hipzTRshAK2ibf0KAw81peHEJi8/s640/blogger-image--2019708997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAv8KfMYweAWA-d5v5-ipUT_SAD8ZecL8A0PnVckn_T0MotAe_zCuDhynL-agycBqJuAvmSBgYOOZDt3Wr5Gy9tkG4m-amyv8IYzxArDrxxqRzw_80hipzTRshAK2ibf0KAw81peHEJi8/s640/blogger-image--2019708997.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I survived this adventure. I did not buy the video for replay as I know how terrified I looked. After walking to the end of the bridge, I was nominally in another country: Zimbabwe. I returned the harness, thanked my counsellors for saving my life and cycled back to Livingstone to attend a birthday party for one of our cyclists. 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