A Hundred Days On!

In the long, flat, blurring, kilometers lunch came today as a moment of daisavue. Lost on the open planes of Botswana’s Kalahari Desert, it felt like a week of lunches was blurred into one long line of days spent in the saddle. With only a change in menu marking the difference between dreamy memories and today’s reality; tuna, spreads, fruit and cookies seemed like a misplaced puzzle piece in a four month long journey. On these flat stretches of road, the closing kilometers of the tour are symbolic of the cycle that one hundred plus days on tour will bring. Since the first morning of red boxes, tent packing, and sleeping bags to the first night of dinner chatting and journaling a rotation was set the has been mirrored by the endless spinning of legs and wheels here across the Kalahari.

As the speed of the tour has changed so have the personalities on tour, both varying across the continent. Yet now as the sun is setting on the final three weeks of the tour the flats have moved legs and speed into a predictable constant much as time has moved each rider into a constant pattern on tours. Even with the variations of wind and tired legs the same smiling faces are up early each morning to great the same glaring grimaces from others each morning. In this constant flat of Botswana more then just the landscape has shown us the constants of life on tour, the people them selves.