It is not often that one can assimilate to a country by merely seeing their flag; however, Botswanaâ€™s flag of light blue and black band running across the center perfectly represents our Botswanan riding experience. The black stripe being the thin ribbon of tarmac we occupy every day, and the predominance of blue represents every dayâ€™s vast sky overhead. We are more than three quarters along the bisecting black line and nearly to the final section of the tour, the Diamond Coast.
Chilly nights are reminding us we are no longer in the northern hemisphereâ€™s spring, but experiencing the onset of fall. Another more obvious reminder is the species of animals we are encountering along the roadâ€”sable, zebra, giraffe, and elephants, of which we have seen many. Winds are shifting in our favor, easing the mental trauma of cycling consecutive centuries. Lastly, towns are becoming increasingly Western, stocking goods weâ€™ve craved since leaving the pyramids.
With only three more bush camps and an equal number of rest days away between us and Cape Town, we are realizing this odyssey is drawing to a close. Our kilometers remain big, our accommodations improve as we progress southward, and we are beginning to think about the first thing we will do when back home.