Friday the 13th

Waking up this morning we found ourselves under a dark sky which contained a multitude of stars. Friday the 13th began with some Lou Reed playing from the International,”Perfect Day”, an appropriate tune perhaps as the riders departed on an epic day of 175km. While the big truck filled up with water at a small village (jerry can by jerry can, a long but somewhat enlightening, experience) the cyclists zipped by alongside the telephone cable poles which seem to continue endlessly, perhaps to Capetown!
After a lunch of tuna and avocado sandwiches on yummy bread, plus some very tasty watermelon, the riders made their way to Choma and Duncan for the refreshment stop and then onto camp some 75km later. Camp, a loose definition at best, is an unused 4WD track that luckily fits both trucks and all the tents quite nicely. Let’s hope that no vehicles surprise us tonight??? At least the riders enjoyed a flat, fast ride with a good tailwind for most of the day. Tomorrow, as we head towards Livingstone and Victoria Falls, the rolling hills return as well as some dodgy sections of road and possibly some off road sections (if the road repairs of the previous year are still underway). Bring on another rest day, a 50th birthday party (Marc and Howard), Victoria Falls and a chance to sleep in two days in a row!