Sitting here in Arusha after three days off, I am looking forward to getting back on the bike and back into the routine of riding and camp. It is amazing to me to think that we are half way there. Time has become completely elastic. Ten minutes on the bike can last an eternity, if you are hot, tired and hurting. Then you look up and two months has gone and the memories are already fading.
I think the next stretch of eight days is going to be quite a challenge. We are on dirt roads and we will have mud and rain to contend with. Also we know we are on part two of the trip and that means we are thinking of endings not beginnings.
On the plus side, we are all used to the routine and to each other. I know how to put my tent up. And we are cycling across Africa. It is amazing every day. We almost have too many sensations to record or absorb. I don’t know how we can measure the depth of our experience. We are skimming across the continent in some ways but we are out there seeing it, feeling it and being in it every day.
So, no conclusions, but still plenty of time to think about it.