A Day before Windhoek
I have been remiss; yesterday (the longest day of the tour) a great thing happened at lunch and the rider who accomplished it was so proud of herself (rightly so) that she commissioned me to write a fitting commemoration of the event… I forgot to include it in yesterdays update. Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. So here it is:
“Let it be known, heralded and sung into the ages that on this, the 21st day of April in the year of Our Lord 2009 Lady Anne Price led the fastest peloton into the lunch break on the longest day of the tour.”
As for today, we are camped in a dusty, Namibian cowboy town in the heart of African “Cattle Country”. It is literally like those towns you hear country music singers bragging about when they talk about where they come from. No traffic lights, no traffic save the large pickup trucks fitted out with special cages in the flatbed for individual cattle transport. The ride was much like yesterday’s albeit a shorter distance coupled with tons of crosswinds. It wasn’t easy but c’est la vie. Tomorrow we enter our last national capital, Windhoek. It promises to be a vibrant city with a bustling nightlife, given our history I think the city better look out… and put some extra beers in the fridge.