Impressively, I held it together very well while saying farewell to my dad, but I won't deny that the feeling of nervousness and anxiety did set in fast as I saw the car drive away. However, the normal routine of TdA brought me straight back to reality and then everything was okay. I set up my tent, organized my locker and went around doing my usual bike maintenance.
The first day's cycle out of Arusha made the mini holiday with my dad feel like it never happened. Everything was back to biking, biking and some more biking. It was a good day's cycle, with rolling hills and the magnificent views making each climb worthwhile and rewarding.
We camped alongside the road at a bush camp, with no village or town nearby. Just a few local farmers were inquisitive enough to come investigate the commotion caused by us colourful TdA riders. After an afternoon nap under a nearby tree, it was time to change my tires as we made our way into the off road section of Tanzania.
I was very pleased to have finished my tire changes earlier in the day despite it being boiling hot. After diner, when it finally cooled down, everyone began their tire changes but at the same time the heavens opened and a massive thunderstorm rolled in. I took cover in my tent after helping pack most of camp away. So there I was, cozy and warm in my tent while an enormous thunderstorm raged outside. With my headlamp and book in hand I enjoyed an early night, finally falling asleep to nature's winter music.
The next morning was not fun, waking up to realise it had rained all night and was still raining. I packed away a soaking wet tent, and the morning kick started cold, wet and perfectly miserable. The day ahead was half paved, but on arriving at lunch it was still raining and I was dreading the 60 km muddy road cycle to camp. So, after lunch, we set off onto the off road and with the consistent rainfall overnight, this meant only one thing… seriously muddy dirt roads for the second half of the day.
About 5km into the cycle I was totally soaked and covered in sticky mud. However, once I accepted there was no way I was going to remain mud- or dirt- free, I actually enjoyed the muddy mess. We cycled like maniacs, at times aiming for a muddy pool hoping to spray your cycling buddy just for the fun of it. We stopped in a small village for a quick drink and the stares we received from locals were very funny. Not only was it strange to find foreigners in the area, but foreigners on bicycles covered in mud must have been quite the sight, so I could understand why they would point and laugh as we cycled on. Everywhere we go it feels as though locals cannot grasp what it is we are doing or why we would cycle from Cairo to Cape Town. It just doesn't make any sense to them and their responses are always very comical, which I find very entertaining.
The following morning was much the same, rainy and cold with a messy muddy road ahead. This was the day renowned for TdA vehicles getting stuck. I set off and, in the distance, came across a pile up of vehicles seriously stuck on a sticky, slippery, deep muddy road. The TdA trucks arrived at that point and I was fascinated to see how they would overcome this obstacle. Well, the only solution was to take a shovel and remove the top layer of mud which causes the wheels to spin, and then dig deeper to form a trench where the dirt is dry, thus allowing the trucks to grip the road better. Then slowly, slowly we make our way through the muddy stretch without sliding into the ditch either side of the road, because once you're in that with such a heavy truck it's a serious problem getting out using manpower. For an entire 4km stretch the mud was terrible and the pile up of stuck vehicles made it very difficult to get going. I remained with the TdA vehicles to help dig and shovel mud away, because they needed the extra hands and besides, I found the whole "trucks stuck in the mud in the middle of Tanzania" very exciting, a bit like a rescue mission. Armed with my shovel and a pick axe, we dug away at the road and basically built a new road that was layered with branches cut down from the roadside bushes for extra grip.
Finally, with a great team effort, we were able to edge past stuck vehicles blocking the road and gain momentum. We were finally free. The riders got to camp before the truck, which was expected, but luckily the truck made it to camp and wasn't stuck overnight. That would have been a major disaster, especially since the rain came pouring down once again that night.
We packed up our soccer field camp in the morning rain and I mentally got prepared for yet another messy, muddy cycle. However, this was to be the worst of the muddy off road days. The rain showered down hard from the start and, together with the icy cold wind, it was very unpleasant on the bike. I arrived at lunch perfectly miserable, cold and wet, but once I looked around and saw others in the exact same state as me, I felt great knowing I wasn't alone in this. Besides, it's only mud and everyone was covered in it, head to toe, front and back, so best one can do is laugh it off.
Camp that evening was once again a soccer field within a small village, which meant we had the luxury of bucket showers to wash off the muddy morning. Luckily it had warmed up that afternoon and I could dry out my wet tent in order to avoid it smelling damp and mouldy. After sleeping numerous nights in a wet, cold environment I started to feel the symptoms of cold and flu coming on. So I doubled my dose of vitamins to avoid it getting worse.
The next day's off road was finally a pleasant day's cycle, which had much to do with the fact that we finally had clear skies.
I enjoyed the greenery immensely and it was great relief arriving at camp warm and dry. Roughing it as usual, we camped on a dirt soccer pitch of a small town's school yard with a crowd of onlookers growing every minute.
That evening I securely locked my bike and made sure I kept all my valuable belongings in the truck, because without security keeping local kids at bay, it would be easy for things to quickly go missing… as two people on Tour learnt the hard way, when they woke up the next morning to find their bicycles missing. Besides of course serious injury or illness, if anything, your bike getting stolen while doing a cross-continental cycle tour from Cairo to Cape Town is the worse thing that could possibly happen. So the final day off road cycle into Mbeya kick-started with police reports and investigations as to who stole the bicycles and how we could get them back.
The cycle into Mbeya definitely counts as one of my top five most difficult days on the bike.
We had only 111km to cycle, but on terrible dusty, gravel, stony roads it's a hell of a long way, especially when there is over 1200m of climbing in the second half of the day.
The morning wasn't an easy ride, but the first 60km of off road is usually bearable when you've woken up feeling relatively fresh. When the sun begins to beat down on you and you're unable to get into a good cycling rhythm because the roads are too bad, then it becomes unbearable, frustrating and people start to lose their cool. I kept a level head through the day and was prepared for this to be difficult and a very long day. It also helped to know that reaching Mbeya meant we had reached our rest day destination, so I kind of trick myself into looking at that as a reward. I tell myself, "If you push hard today and get to Mbeya safely then you get yourself a hotel for the night and sleep the entire rest day, but for now you need to cycle through the pain and frustrations"... And it works!!! I trick myself into being mentally strong and if I succeed I am rewarded.
When we reached the highest point, I was almost brought to tears with happiness, because everything hurts after eight grueling days on the bike with all the bad weather and road conditions thrown at you.
Standing at the highest point also meant that it was all downhill into Mbeya. 25 km to go and it was all downhill. Little did I know that bad conditions, and gravel roads on a downhill were worse and more dangerous then uphill. After only 10km down the descent into Mbeya, my hands started to cramp from squeezing my brakes so hard.
I think I might have been faster on the uphill than the down, because free wheeling down or going fast was just too scary. With trucks zooming past without warning it is just too easy to lose control of the bike or hit a large rock at an angle. That would mean broken bones, stitches and the end of one's trip. So as always, safety first meant I took it very slow, did regular stops and took some time to enjoy the views overlooking Mbeya.
In the end, I arrived at the TdA camp/hotel after 17h00 which meant I had been cycling for just over ten hours and I could feel the effects on my body. Immediately, I checked into a hotel, showered, crawled into bed, no dinner, no nothing... By 18h00 I was asleep from pure exhaustion. However at about 03h00 I woke up starving. With no food available at that time of night, I was extremely grateful to have a Herbalife Vanilla meal shake to fill the gap until morning.
|My hotel treat!!! Feeling and looking much better after a good nights rest in a comfy bed....|