I was too tired to write last night. But it was definitely worth recording. 137km. crazy. We started at 6:45. we finished at 7:40. PM. That’s 13 hours. Sorry to spell it out for you, but that was probably 10 hours in the saddle. Needless to say, my rear end was a little bruised today. And today? We thought it would be 70, and it was 100. I am shattered. The first 50 km were basically uphill. I lie: 15 flat, 30uphill, down 5… These things might seem like random pieces of information, but to the cyclist? – pertinent pieces of information that tell a story. So imagine our complete irritation when the map somehow lost 30km!!! We are used to asking locals distances and getting anywhere within 200km either way of the actual distance, or alternatively getting answered in hours. Our solution is to take the median of many suggestions and hope for the best. But always trust the map. Except in northern Tanzania that is. Sheer frustration.
Today was the last section of dirt road! Yee haa! We had a photographic moment of three mzungus kissing the tarmac. Again, not something that many people can appreciate unless you’ve spent extended time trying to nurse your body through the dirt. That is the last meter of stones and bumps and sand. At least that is what our maps say.
What goes through your head on a ridiculously long day like today? Amazingly little. 36km left. 35. 34… No really. Today was gorgeous. We were cycling through lush, overhanging bush winding our way up a mountain. I am so tired that im struggling to make sense, and have little energy left to be creative. I will shut up now. Looking forward to dinner and bed and then tomorrow we rest.
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