An ode to St George


Beer is bitter.

But some days, like today, it tastes like mother’s milk.

Days where you had to get up at 5:30 to make breakfast.

Days where you had to take down the toilet tents after having beetroot for dinner the day before.

Days when the Ethiopian kids find a secret stash of rocks and their aim was true.

Days when riders are grumpy because the road conditions have worsened in a year’s time and they were riding with road tyres.

Days when the chef goes shopping and dinner is up to two clueless lackeys.

Days when it takes 12 hours to refill propane tanks.

Days when the water runs out just before dinner.

Days when the shower queue just keeps getting longer after four days of bush camps.

Today, a sip of beer has not been as sweet in a long time.

Cheers to Ethiopia!

1 Comment for "An ode to St George"

Keep it up everyone. I am so impressed with your stamina physically and mentally.

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