Morning light

Our wheels are pointed dead south for Capetown.  The barren and desolate landscape of the Namib Desert and the dunes at Sossusvlei have restored the WOW factor to the Tour.  All is as it should be, except for a growing feeling of dread that this will all end soon.  


The final section of the Tour d’Afrique


TDA calls the final section of the Tour Dunes and Atlantic.  It began in Windhoek, easily the most modern looking city we have encountered in Africa. New roads are under construction and housing projects are climbing the many hills that comprise the city. We dined in fashionable eateries on delicious game meat (kudu, gemsbok and oryx), washed it down with South African wines and paid prices comparable to home. The group suffered a stolen phone and a shakedown for cash in a city where gated communities speak to the wealth disparity in a country with among the largest diamond and uranium deposits in the world and a thriving tourist industry.  A 4 year drought has certainly contributed to high rates of unemployment and poverty. Africa is ground zero for the haves and the have nots.

30 km out of Windhoek we hit what will eventually total 891 km of dirt and gravel. Crossing the central Namibian plateau and eventually descending into the Namib desert after an epic 400 meter descent at Spreetshoogte Pass, in short order we experienced the the highs and lows of cycle touring.  A 124 km ride into the town of Solitaire was one of the most exhilarating riding days of the trip. The highland scenery is reminiscent of Tucson minus the Saguaro cacti: the surrounding mountains cast in a rust colored hue as the new day dawns, giving way to ominous shadows as they become backlit with the shifting sun. The desert presented apricot colored dunes, dry pans and heat.  Temperatures were 10 degrees cooler than the mid 40’s of Sudan, but there we had smooth surfaces to ride on.  The roads themselves were rough, serving up stretches of deep sand to power through, bone jarring corrugation, but enough interludes of hard packed surfaces to allow us to make reasonable time on relatively fresh legs.  It was a day during which the surroundings masked the strain, reminiscent of Ethiopia where at times we “could not pedal slowly enough”, a day like others in the deserts of Arizona and Texas which have us turning circles with the GoPro to capture on film 360 degrees of wide open space without a hint of civilization, save for the road. 

The follow-up 83 km ride into Sesriem looked to be a walk in the park ahead of a rest day. Wrong.  As has happened in the past, the low mileage fooled us.  The road surface was less forgiving, forcing us off the bikes in stretches to search out navigable lines.  The desert heat hit hard after lunch.  With one TDA vehicle in Windhoek to tend to an unforeseen event and a second support vehicle stranded for part of the day with a tire blowout, some riders were short on water.  Spills resulted in broken phone screens, bruises and even stitches for some.  A right turn with 12 km to go would normally have signaled relief and the welcome “home stretch”, but deep sand turned the distance into a an endurance test.

What a difference a day makes. 


Beginning of the “dirt”
The road before us



Sunrise over the dunes

Sossusvlei is a large salt and clay pan in the Namib Desert set amid red sand dunes that rise 325 meters above the valley floor.  The dunes are among the highest dunes in the world.  We had the fortune of visiting them on our rest day at sunrise, climbing “Big Mama” before running down the dune to  “Dead Vlei” where the dry riverbed and ancient trees  present a surreal  contrast to the surrounding dunes.  Yet another unforgettable trip highlight. 

An unlikely desert flower


Here is a link to a movie chronicling 3 days of our ride into Lusaka, Zambia.  Enjoy, and thank you for following:


Laying Down the Miles


A foggy morning out of Buitenpos

A helluva week

Giddy Up! Since entering Botswana we have had 9 cycling days sandwiched around a single off day in Maun.  The average day’s assignment has been 162 km for a total of 1463. It hasn’t all been fun.   We are tired in general, our rear ends are sore, and the only chocolate to be had at Easter was a smear of Nutella on a slice of white.

3 days ago the number was 208 km, the biggest of the trip and our lives, falling on a day with the added inconvenience of yet another border crossing. The morning had us packing up wet gear after violent thunderstorms through the night.  Camp was set 3 km back from the tarmac on a sandy road forcing us to walk most of it’s length as the sun came up.  We cleared customs at the Namibian border (country #9) at the 207 km mark and rolled into camp at Buitenpos with just enough time to set up the soggy tent before the skies opened up once again.  Dinner, showers, SIM card navigation and $ exchange left little time for recovery.

The following 2 day’s rides were arguably more challenging.  A welcome brisk and foggy morning ride and lunch proceeded a refueling stop in Gobabis, where we were so happy to see civilization that we gorged on cokes, milkshakes, capuccino (2 sugars) and a fist full of biltong  before making a right turn which steered us directly into the teeth of a stiff afternoon wind for the last 50 km. The same weather pattern held for riders on the way into Windhoek, our home for a 2 day break. 

Of course we knew about all these statistics going in.  On some level the absolutes did not sink in.  It was a kind of denial, a theory that we would work up to it, a blind faith that the wind would carry us as it had our predecessors from other years.  Now that all has been revealed, we are frankly amazed what we, along with our fellow riders, all soldiers in a common battle, are capable of.  

What we are less than enthusiastic about is the underwhelming scenery of the Elephant Highway section of the tour which has ended here in the capital city of Namibia.  As reported earlier,  elephant encounters on our bikes and in camp were the stuff of dreams.  After the anticipation and excitement of the likeliest spotting opportunities (the 1st 2 days), however, we were left with the contourless scrub of the Kalahari, few towns, people or civilization of any sort. 

So, after 3 months of escalating superlatives in this space, we admit to a brief lag in the story. It seems that we are at a juncture in the plot where the object is to lay down the miles in a hurry –  while the scenery is wanting. No matter, we’ve got our eyes on the big picture, and there is much to come.


The Okavango Delta

A lone elephant at a bend in the river

The Okavango, one of the world’s largest inland deltas, served as a bright spot in contrast to the long days spent cycling in the Kalahari. Vast quantities of wildlife shift with the seasons here in waters originating from the northwest in Angola that expand and contract with the season.  It is yet another UNESCO World Heritage Site..

We hope to return in the future for a multiday trip involving a mokoro (a dugout canoe complete with a poler), camping and hiking.  This time around, we opted for a stunning overview of the verdant delta out of Maun from the window of a Cessna Caravan EX flying low enough to make out the animals among the shallow pools and twisting arteries of water.  We saw elephants walking in processions and basking solo in streams, hippos by the dozen, giraffes, assorted antelopes grazing over large areas, water buffalo, wildebeest and a single large big cat that was identifiable by its slow and ominous progress across the endless green.  The perspective from above provides an unforgettable sense of the beauty, bounty and transience of not just the Okavango, but of the continent’s fragile ecosystem in its entirety. This was certainly one of the most treasured gifts of our time here in Africa.

A herd of water buffalo


Impalas and zebras

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Dried cured meat


On the road



“Money shot” of the bike with elephants in the background

Among the side benefits of the Tour d’Afrique which we hadn’t focused in on during the planning phase are the incidental “stand alone vacation destinations” that we come across by design (or are offered access to with convenient excursions): the  Great Pyramids of Giza, the Valley of the Kings at Luxor, Abu Simbal, the Ngorongoro Crater, Victoria Falls and now Chobe National Park and the Okavango Delta in Botswana.  Arriving at these utourist destinations we look out of place in our limited selection of non biking garb, hobnobbing with purposefully dressed (invariably khaki safari suits with multiple pockets –  indispensable for viewing wildlife) tourists primed to see world class monuments or the big five.  We have spent the dollars and done the same thing ourselves in the past (minus the safari suit), so forgive us when we say that it feels like we are pulling a fast one on everyone around us when we drop in on these sites while just “passing through”.  In our opinion, this is an underrated aspect of the tour.


Compared to some of the countries we have come through, Botswana is decidedly tame. It is Africa’s oldest continuous democracy, has the lowest perceived corruption ranking on the continent, a fast growing economy (mining, cattle and tourism) and one of the highest per capital GDPs (18K in 2015). 700 km over the past 5 days have provided ample evidence that this is one of the most sparsely populated countries in the world.

The Kalahari Desert covers about 85% of Botswana (and extends into South Africa, Namibia and Angola).  The terrain  consists of trees, grasslands, scrub and thorny bushes. Exceptionally, the occurrence of the Okavango Delta region in this semi arid environment  is what makes it so unique. We miss the villages and schoolyards teeming with children.  We  miss the challenge of hills and release of the downhills in this flat land.  But this section of the tour is labelled The Elephant Highway, and in that respect it has not dissapointed.

We left Zambia behind and entered Botswana at Kazungula, crossing the Zambezi River on a short ferry at a point where those 2 countries meet Zimbabwe and Namibia. A short (80 km) “shake out” ride for 8 newcomers who had joined us in Livingstone took us to Kasane, which is the launching point for tours on the Chobe River.

                               Cape Buffalo with cattle egrets

Marshland on Sedudu Island in the middle of the Chobe River. Interestingly,  the ownership of the Island was deemed to be part of Botswana rather than Namibia by an international tribunal in The Hague. The decision came down to the fact that the channel is deeper on the Namibian side, making it a more natural dividing point. Namibia had eyes on the land for farming.

                                    Chobe National Park

The Chobe Riverfront has one of the densest concentrations of wildlife in Botswana.  The numbers are larger in the dry season later in the year, but over the course of 3 leisurely hours cruising the marshy river floodplain around Sedudu Island on a large pontoon style boat we saw crocodiles, hippos, kudu, water buffalo, elephants, marabou storks, Jacana (also known as “Jesus birds”  for their seeming ability to walk on water) and fish eagles with yet another spectacular African sunset as a backdrop.


                            Surreal roadside entertainment

Over the next days we headed south to Nata through Chobe National Park, forest reserves and vast tracts of sorghum, then west to Maun through Nxai Pan and Makgadkgadi National Parks. The protected areas are not continuous but wildlife roads freely in the Kalahari – another revelation. Even the 12K square kilometers of the wildlife rich Okavango Delta region is not actually a National Park or reserve.

Our nightly briefings gave us all but a guarantee of spotting elephants and other game, along with stern warnings to stay well clear.  The promise was partially filled by abundant sightings of baboons, warthogs and impala before we had even cycled out of Kasane. By lunchtime some riders had seen elephants and giraffes, giving the rest of us hope.  At the 170 km mark, a kilometer shy of camp, we spotted an elephant crossing the road in the distance past the TDA orange marker tape signalling the turnoff.  Peter from Toronto and G. raced ahead for a closer look.  It dissapeared into the forest just as 2 others emerged another 500 meters down the road.  This time we were able to get much closer and snap some decent photos, including the “money shot” with a bicycle in the foreground.  As we stood and watched, a giraffe poked its head above the forest canopy not far beyond the elephants. Magical.

The next day presented an even closer opportunity to admire these hulking creatures at a watering hole just off the road.  A pair of them entertained us for a good while until a huge bull elephant entered the frame and hastened them off rather aggressively.   He gave us a proper show of showering himself before lumbering on.  We didn’t have as much luck the following day over the course of 182 km (with the unique prospect of having to go off route and add on even more km for coke stops along the barren route). Later at camp, as we ate, barely 50 meters away 2 huge elephants towered over our tents against the setting sun. They had our full attention as they picked their way through the campsite and crossed the road.  A small herd of cows grazing in their path didn’t so much as look up. For them, and increasingly for us, it was just  another day in Africa.


Headed out of Elephant Camp

Life on the road has continued to be fun. Days have been a little more social as new couples have joined and we have been riding with them as they work on getting up to speed with the seasoned veterans.  We tell them our “war” stories from Sudan and Ethiopia as we hunt for spots to pitch a tent among piles of elephant dung.    “In” jokes and pranks have kept things lively. Cold beer is flowing more than before as our confidence builds.

Today will see us rubbing shoulders with more conventional tourists in Maun, the jumping off point for tours of the Okavango. We’ll  be the scruffy looking lot.

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Elephants knock over a lot of signs (and trees). – but not this one.

Over 8000 km are behind us

The Elephant Highway

Sunset over the Zambezi

500 kilometers in 3 days made quick work of our journey from Lusaka to Livingstone, Zambia. Quick,  but not easy. Heavy afternoon rain showers had some riders scurrying for cover and dealing with setting up camp in wet conditions.  A few normally easy going people took to analyzing the schedule, checking the Ride With GPS app for elevation profiles, and even opting to hop on the bus for half days. Torrential rain fell the entire day after our arrival in Livingstone, the 1st of 3 days off. The designated TDA camping area ended up under 6 inches of water in spots.  There were casualties.  All of this served as a reminder of how fortunate we have been with regards to weather.  In theory we can rest easy because the usual rainy season, expected since Tanzania as much as 6 weeks ago, should be coming to an end. Then again, it snowed in Montreal last week.

For the record, we are in full comfort in a hotel.


Victoria Falls

David Livingstone was a physician, Christian missionary, explorer and one of the most popular British heroes of the late 19th century. He was obsessed with finding the source of the Nile and leveraged the fame he acquired in uncovering the watershed of central Africa to speak out against the East African slave trade.  While mapping the course of the Zambezi River between 1852 to 1856, he became the 1st European to see “Mosi-o-Tanya” (“the smoke that thunders”), which he named after his queen: Victoria Falls. What a moment that must have been.

The falls are the 7th Natural Wonder of the World, yet another Unesco World Heritage Site and are, without a doubt, unforgettable.  The water falls 108 meters along a 1.7 km wide strip in the Zambezi Gorge.  We had the good fortune of seeing them in ‘93 from the Zimbabwe (better view) side in the month of November. At that time of year the curtain of water is most visible because the volume is at its lowest, diminishing the mist which in June can be seen from 50 km away.  This time around we were properly drenched on the Zambian side and shared the pathways of the localized rainforest with playful baboons.  From any vantage point, it is hard to come up with enough superlatives to describe what it is like to stand there in a poncho watching this spectacle. The only aspect of Niagara Falls which even comes close also entails a poncho: a ride on the Maid of the Mist.


Elephant Highway
Next order of business: Victoria Falls to Windhoek, Namibia

The group has a break to enjoy the many activities on offer in Victoria Falls which are largely of the adventure variety. We can vouch for the white water rafting on the Zambezi which is rated the best single day trip of its kind in the world.  When we resume our quest we will be joined by 8 new sectional riders and 2 returning from injuries. The (hopefully) rested veterans and fresh faces will set out on what TDA labels The Elephant Highway,  the first half of the classic Victoria Falls to Cape Town cycling route. Ahead are some of the longest and flatest cycling days on the tour, including six centuries (100 miles) in seven days of riding. Yikes! On the bright side, we will also be riding through one of the most impressive wildlife habitats on the planet. We have been warned about getting too close to elephants that stand in our way.  We are hoping that they do just that.

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Zambia rising

Things We Have Learned In Africa

Today we bring you a random list of observations and lessons we have learned in our African travels to date.  Enjoy.

1. In Africa, it is not unusual to see 3 or more people on a bicycle.

Family outing with valuable cargo securely fastened

2. Bicycles are the pick-up trucks of Africa (Malawi and Zambia at least).  3 riders have developed slight cracks in their light weight wheel rims on tour even though we have a sag wagon to carry our kit.   Bicycles need to be a little more rugged  in these parts.

These bags of coal weigh 50 kgs each! These guys push their single speed bikes uphill, but they ride on the flats.  It’s no wonder so many of them have challenged us to “races” for kilometres at a time.


3. The rule of the road here is “right of weight” rather than “right of way”.  Busses in Sudan are the worst.  A donkey cart with passengers did not get out of the way of an oil tanker in time in Ethiopia – we will spare you the outcome.

4. Stronger is better.  This may well apply to everything, but as far as biking goes it means less hours in the saddle and more energy for other activities. We’ve been rolling out of camp around 6:30 AM lately on longer mileage days.   This sets up a 9:15 ish lunch and flexibility with “coke” stops to arrive in camp around 2:30PM.  That’s about 6 1/2 hours in the saddle.  The speedsters can arrive around noon, and laggards sometimes struggle to make the 5:30 rider meeting. 

What we have learned is to pace ourselves to build in enough time for  photography and interaction with fellow riders and natives, while arriving in ”camp” with ample time to set up our tent, clean up and unwind.  The 25 km stop on previous tours has turned into 40.  We can peel and eat a banana on the go.  When facing headwinds we sometimes ride in a pace line and take a less relaxed approach to get the job done.  

Stronger would be better, but luckily we are fit enough to enjoy almost every day.

5. A bucket of water is a lot of water! On many occasions there has been no water for washing up.  We have learned to make do with wet wipes, which  come in more varieties than you may be aware of.  In comparison, a single bucket of water is a godsend. A bucket of water can be hard earned over here, so this is not an exaggeration.

Here’s the drill: 

  • Secure bucket of water from local entrepreneur for about 50 cents and follow him/her to a designated private area – often a stall with a squat toilet which must be straddled with extreme caution
  • Using a bike water bottle or equivalent as a scoop,  wet hair
  • Wash hair with bar of soap (for G. “soap is soap”, but L. uses “products”)
  • Rinse hair and soap body with runoff.
  • Soap, rinse and repeat as necessary. 

Believe it or not, an average sized person in an advanced stage of ripeness will have enough water left over to wash a garment or two – set a water bottle with clean water aside for rinsing before using what’s left in the bucket as a wash tub.

Lenore crosses another item off her “bucket” list

6. As bathroom facilities go, the desert is a good option. Shovels and an endless suppository of sand are better than 2 conventional installations for a group of 35. On the down side, darkness may offer the only privacy. When camping on the property of hotels/lodges etc., TDA rents 2 rooms for their shower and toilets.  We are a feral group of sweat laden, eating and drinking machines – African plumbing is usually not up to the task.

7. A tent is a safer and more controlled environment than a cheap African hotel room with no AC, air circulation and inadequate screening. Mosquitoes and heat cannot be taken lightly here.

8. The ground stays warm under a tent in the desert long after sundown, but it is wise to have a sleeping bag handy when falling asleep before the temperature drops.

9. The Tour d’Afrique version of “don’t judge a book by its’ cover” is to not to size up the ride ahead by statistics on paper alone.  Kilometres and elevation gain are absolutes, but the wind, weather, road surface and traffic are big factors. The tour itinerary is set up with empirical data, but occasionally a 150 km day classified in the log book as “moderate” because of usual prevailing tail winds turns into a monster when that wind shifts.

10. “EFI” (every f**ing) inch) is more about luck than ability.  Completing the Tour d’Afrique without missing a single inch is definitely a “thing” for some.  The chance of being thwarted by illness (a bout of gastro on bike is not pleasant), extreme heat, a split second of inattention leading to injury, or mechanical issues over 88 moving days is high.  Again, stronger is better, but grit is the more important requirement here.  For the record, we have each had to take 2 half days off.  Together, we have “couples”  EFI – we can be proud of that record.

11. 4 months is a long time. So much has happened since those 1st apprehensive days in Cairo that the experience in totality is almost surreal. Our lives here are driven by routine and we are so focused on the present that we rarely have time to reflect on events of the past 3 months. In any case, it is not an undertaking that can be easily summarized. When well spoken tour participant Romi flew back to Amsterdam to sign a document (timing her trip so as not to miss a single km of riding!) was asked by someone what it’s like to bicycle the length of Africa all she was able to muster was “it’s good”. 

Clearly it is a long tour when 2 riders are about to rejoin us here in Victoria Falls after flying home for periods long enough to mend broken bones! Many clothing items and equipment will not be making the trip home because they are literally worn out. Most of all, we miss family and friends. And the dog.

12. 4 months is not long enough. Now that we are accustomed to the simple daily routine of life on a TDA tour, time is passing quickly. The aggressive agenda means that we are not seeing many points of interest which are close by in relative terms.  There are also times when have to curtail our activities to preserve energy for the main objective (see “stronger is better” above). Alas, when has there ever been enough time for anything?

13. Beer is better cold, showers are better when warm, but we’ll take what we can get.  What we can get is more often than not a local pulling a “cold one” out of a pail of lukewarm water.  A cold shower trumps baby wipes and even a bucket of water any day. We’ve learned to appreciate the little things.

14. Africa is beautiful, diverse, conflicted, complicated, everything we expected, not what we expected and more than we expected. The experience is a privilege

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Morning sky over Zambia