
Another beautiful sunrise sent us on our way this morning. Today was to be a day of challenges. Longer ride (145Km), a fair amount of climbing (1200m), and sore Achilles’ tendons. On top of that we are heading inland and lost our wonderful tail wind. We climbed on a very easy and minimal grade all the way to our lunch spot (70km in). I took it really easy, babying my tendons. They we feeling sore but not horrible. I ate lunch quickly and started off on the 2nd half of my day (not wanting to seize up from lack of movement). About ten minutes out from lunch, it happened…

A car had just passed me, and I was looking down at my cycling computer. I looked back up and there was a huge dust cloud about 400 meters in front of me. It wasn’t there a second ago. My initial reaction was, “oh it’s just some construction road crew stirring up a lot of dust. As I cycled closer, it quickly became apparent this wasn’t the case! The car that had passed me, mear seconds before, had somehow lost control, swerved onto the shoulder of the road, demolished a road sign, swerved back across the left side of the road flipping on its side and some how ending up pointed the opposite direction. I immediately hoped I wouldn’t find some horribly injured people or someone that had been ejected from the vehicle. I flagged down another passing car and got to the vehicle as quickly as possible. Much to my relief I could see the passenger struggling to get out of the vehicle via the passenger door (that was now pointed straight up). It was a woman in a black burka. She appeared unhurt and relatively calm. I helped hold the vehicle door open as she jumped out. Her husband (assumption) was still in the vehicle and trying to get out. He also appeared uninjured, but was definitely more shaken up. I continued to hold the door open as the man from the vehicle I flagged down came around the car and helped the guy out. I checked the back seats and they were empty! Thank goodness, everyone could walk away from this crash!
By this time other vehicles were pulling over to see what had happened. I was about to contact our tour doctor when one of our security details showed up (we have tourist police traveling with us to make sure we are safe!) and after confirming I was ok went to the aid of the crash victims. With nothing else I could do they told me I could go (no police statement or anything). So off I went and promptly forgot about every ache and pain I had for the next 10km while I replayed the incident in my head.

So after that fun, it was only another 60 km to our police checkpoint “bush” camp. Meaning no water, no power, no toilets. As the ride neared it’s end, my tendons became less sore. Mainly because other parts of my body started complaining louder. My back was sore, my butt was sore, my knees were sore. Even the balls of my feet were sore. It’s was a long and tiring ride, and just wanted to get to camp.

Still, I’m now safe and sound in my tent, well fed and getting some much needed rest. One sobering thought…if I hadn’t taken it easy this morning and I was twenty seconds further down the road…I could very well have been road kill.
And, as strange as this may seem, it’s the reason I’m here. Enjoy life while you can…you might be dead in 20 seconds…
















