Dark (k)nights of the soul

  We're 2 months in and crossing the distance halfway point anytime right now.  It gets to the point in any long trip like this where the days blend into one another, the weeks fly past without you realizing, and the towns & places you visit become less and less memorable through the sheer volume of the new sights and sounds you are bombarded with.

Today I woke and couldn't get my rhythm, the morning routine was shot, I couldn't find anything, couldn't make things fit in my locker. I just couldn't function with any semblance of efficiency. At this point in the day I was over the whole thing, over the routine, over dropping my tent every day, over eating more porridge, cleaning my dishes, loading my locker, squatting to do my business….you get the picture.
 
Soon enough I was out on the road and the legs where feeling good, so I dropped a few gears and got into a pretty quick tempo that quickly found me riding alone. It was while I was knocking away at the kilometers I found my self in the middle of a gravel road that seemed to be rapidly deteriorating, realizing I hadn't seen anyone for at least an hour, and suddenly feeling very secluded and a little insecure – the realization kicking in that I'm cycling alone on a back road with only a few dollars in my pocket somewhere in the middle of Tanzania not even sure if I'm going the right way.

Its these moments on the tour that remind you of the adventure we are going through and make me feel so grateful to be a part of what we are doing. I think it will be one of the moments that I will remember most vividly from this section.

We are on the edge of the rainy season here and despite a few light showers we have remained fairly dry. However another of those memorable moments is in the past to us right now. The dirt we are on will become treacherous when its wet, the trucks will get stuck and everyone will suffer. Watch this space; we all know its coming.