I never get tired of looking at the sky here. Every time I look up there is something spectacular happening. A sliver of a moon rising over a fiery red sunset, a golden orange sunrise illuminating a slowly wandering dust cloud, a midnight sky filled to bursting with stars, a simple puffy white cloud hanging in a sky of purest blue. The endless variety on this vast continent is both inspiring and humbling. In the almost four months I’ve been here I’ve seen more than a lifetime’s worth of spectacular sunrises and sunsets. At home in Toronto I’m usually cursing the sun as it peeks through my bedroom window, prodding me to get out of bed and do something. Here the dawns and dusks are events to be watched and cherished. This may sound overly dramatic but I’m pretty sure every single person on this tour would agree with that statement. There is a reason the Egyptians worshiped Ra, The Sun God. There is a spectacle here that’s almost primal. That exploding ball of fusion 140 million kilometres from earth is baked into our DNA. 

Ok, I’m done with the “touchy feely”, now back to reality: Rest day! If ever I’ve needed rest, it’s now. We just finished a body punishing 8 days on tough dirt and gravel roads and just crossed the ten thousand kilometres cycled mark (for those of us who have cycled Every Frikken Inch!). Other than the usual laundry washing and chain cleaning/oiling I’ve had a wonderfully recuperative day. I slept in until a super late 8am! I convalesced a few hours while trying to catch up on my blogs.

It really should be the “grape” river.

I nearly caused an international incident by swimming in the Orange River (the border between Namibia and South Africa). I spent a good thirty minutes floating in the river, my feet and legs weightless in the current. Most of my aches and pains have disappeared and I’m ready again to ride the last six day segment of the tour. Tomorrow we cross into South Africa.