Today, while having our second last dinner, after the last day of racing, in our final week of this glorious TdA circus we were treated to a spectacular African sunset once again.
As often happens when the sun disappears behind the horizon and a fair bit of staring takes place, one starts to think. About everything. And these thoughts usually become deeper the longer the sunset lasts. Personally they usually range from: “Why does the air look pink when the sun sets?” to “What did I have for dinner last night?” to “What is the meaning of life?” (These questions are usually in direct relation to the amount of red wine being consumed as well.)
Today was no different and as the sun is also setting on a trip of a lifetime for most of us the thoughts running through our minds were mostly related to the memories collected during the past four months…
Setting off from the shade of the Pyramids in freezing temperatures.
The craziest, dirtiest and most memorable ferry crossing ever.
Scorching days in Sudan and being invited into strangers’ homes for tea.
Travelling back in time to Ethiopia.
Ethiopian coffee and juice.
Tanzanian hospitality, friendliness and parties.
The sight of the glorious Victoria Falls.
The silence falling over camp when an elephant strolled into camp.
The beauty of desolation of Namibia.
I can go on but I don’t want to bore you. But it all boils down to one thing. Something which I have often wondered during the past four months and which, after some deliberation with my colleagues, I realised they also wonder about:
“What did I do to deserve this?”
— Catharina Robbertze