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Bush Camp to Ghanzi (?? km)

Botswana


Day 99 - Apr 21 - Stage 69



Friday: Today was the long awaited and discussed Team Time Trial day. The Riders rode 30km to the start of the Time Trial, where we regrouped into our teams at the Cruiser and departed in batches when ready.


Team "Four Jacks and a Jill" started the 40km time trial distance with great gusto, we had estimated our time at 1hr 45min. Our team was doing okay and we were going as planned, until 3km from the finish, Michael-2 punctured twice, so we missed our estimated time by nearly a half hour (the biggest incorrect margin of all the teams). As they say in the Classics, "You win some and you lose some".

The winning team consisted of Wendy, Bridgett, Gupaul and Will, who were within a minute of their estimated time.  Judith's team came 3rd. All in all it was great fun, although I thought some teams did take it a little too seriously!


I cycled with Philip after lunch, stopped at Shoprite in Ghanzi with a whole lot of other Riders for cold drinks and ice-cream, which was a pleasant surprise, and greatly appreciated.

The last three kilometers into Thakadu Camp was on a very sandy road, and I managed to fall down rather spectacularly into the sand, much to Philip, Liz and Marie's amusement.  At the start of the Tour, when a Rider fell down, other Riders would rush to their assistance, now it's simply seen as a photo opportunity!

Cheers,
Mike T



Recovering after my fall in the sand, while Liz takes some photos.
(What has become of us?) 





Riders enjoying breakfast before Team Time Trial Day

Coke Stop before forming up into the Individual Teams at the start

Teams forming up & getting into order before departing on the 40 km Time Trial


Michael-2 getting assistance from Paul to fix his first puncture while Linda looks on.

Shoprite Store in Ganzi for cold drinks and ice-creams

Waiting for the evenings  Briefing and Prize Giving to start


Team Time Trial Winners - Gupaul, Will, Bridgett and Wendy receiving their cash prize



Tomorrow's ride will be from Ghanzi to Buitenpos and our longest ride so far







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Day 43 - Stage 30 - Jinja to Kampala (87 km)

Feb 24th, Friday: Another day, another first. 

We experience mud. Lovely thick Saprolite* mud, aka sticky DRC-type mud, which clogs the wheels, chains and derailleurs, forcing all of the riders to stop in their tracks.  

It didn't matter if you were a Racing-Snake or part of Team-Sweep, you came to a halt and started cleaning the mud off your bike.



The muddy road conditions we had to contend with (Photo by Rupert Dixon)



Had an early Riders Briefing followed by breakfast, then left Kingfisher Lodge, cycling away from Jinja. We fought our way along the potholed tar road trying to miss the potholes while contending with the Kamakazi Borda Borda Riders, then turned off onto a dirt road.

At the back, us tail-enders got caught in some heavy rain, I put on a poncho but it helps nothing, wearing a poncho on a bike is now officially not recommended!

We hit a section of road construction,  which had recently been graded, with the assistance of the rain, it turns into a total mud bath, forcing the riders to come to a sudden stop. The mud builds up on the tires, resulting in the wheels locking up and as mentioned, every rider is forced to dismount, walk a portion uphill until out of the affected area, and clean the mud off their tires.

Judith and I are forced to stop and are quickly  assisted by some of the locals, who produce short lengths of sticks, which they use to get the mud off our tires to free the wheels. We repay the favor, by giving them some of our PVM Energy Bars (we have started using them  as bartering items). 

I assisted Erin in removing her Granny-Bicycle type mudguards, which are totally useless in this type of mud (she repays me later that evening with a well appreciated cold beer).


Morning Riders Briefing

Wynand the Lunch Truck Driver/Chef feeling very colorful at breakfast time

The Daily Briefing Board
The next Section before our next Rest Day

Riders having breakfast before heading off to Kampala
Cleaning the last bit of mud off our bikes

Drilling and blasting operations on a portion of the new road
Justin's bike, very muddy, with a broken rear derailleur hanger which forced him to abandon.


At our first Coke Stop, we were totally knackered,  some of us just sat on the road outside of the shop, and recharged our batteries with a sugar high.


Cycled on to the Lunch Truck at the 67km mark, had lunch watched by the local population (we are big spectator value) and then commenced ride on towards the Lake.

After another 13km after lunch, we reached Lake Victoria, where we are besieged by locals who offer to clean our bikes of all the accumulated mud, we take up their offer, and they rush our bikes down to the Lake edge and wash them. We take the opportunity for another Coke Stop, Judith has a Stoney Ginger Beer, and I opt for a refreshing cold beer!

Once we had enough people to fill up a boat, the now sparkling clean bikes are loaded (our boat takes seven riders and their bikes) and we boarded accordingly. We then enjoyed a leisurely boat trip into the metropolis of Kampala - a very clever way of getting into Kampala without experiencing the notorious Kampala traffic.

We disembarked at one of the many small harbours around Kampala and cycled a short distance to the Red Chili Lodge, I decided to spoil Judith and take a room (no camping, tomorrow 25th Feb is her birthday).



Coke Stop time  - Sitting down on the road getting our sugar fix

Spectator value at the lunch stop

Getting my bike washed by two of the locals
Loading the bikes on the boat

The ladies in the back of the boat enjoying the boat trip

Gurpaul showing us how it should be done.
Unpacking both riders and bikes on arrival in Kampala


Henry Gould the Founder of TDA, joins up with us (he will be accompanying us until Urusha) and  the TDA makes the first donation of 19 new bicycles to a local Ugandan NGO Company, CAP AIDS Uganda. I handed one over and suggested to the recipient that he names the bike Michael!


A tough but worthwhile day comes to an end, with dinner by TDA and a few social beers at the bar next to the pool.


Cheers,
Mike T


Welcome to Kampala

Our first official TDA bike handing over ceremony
  
Henry Gould explaining the purpose of the TDA bike sponsoring and handover operations


Michael handing over a bike to one of the fortunate recipients 

TDA Staff packing bikes on the Main Truck for their transport to Ssese Island tomorrow 



PS: There is a viral gastrointestinal infection doing its rounds among the riders, today 7 of the riders couldn't cycle and had to take the Main Truck to Kampala. What is interesting, is that they are all members of the original riders, none of the "Newbees" are sick, I think it's because after more than 40 days on the road, our immune systems are down.


*Saprolite
(sāp'rə-līt')    


Soft, thoroughly decomposed and porous rock, often rich in clay, formed by the in-place chemical weathering of igneous, metamorphic, or sedimentary rocks. Saprolite is especially common in humid and tropical climates. It is usually reddish brown or grayish white and contains those structures (such as cross-stratification) that were present in the original rock from which it formed.

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Day16 - Stage 14 - Nile Ferry Camp to Dongola (116 km)

Saturday: Nile Ferry Camp to Dongola (116 km)


We slept much better last night, Judith had pitched the tent behind a mud wall, which had screened the tent from the incessant wind (we are also getting used to the noise of a flapping tent).

Today's ride was all about wind, wind and more wind. Started riding with a potent tail wind from the north, which assisted our average speed and made the undulating road feel relatively flat. However, when we either turned East or West, there were times where it became a roaring, dust bearing, sand storm, which obliterated the view of the rider in front of you. Fortunately, we only had one instance (near the end of the ride) where we turned into a direct headwind, which caused you to cycle at a snail pace.


Assistant Chef Muli organising the mornings boiled eggs (Between the boiled eggs and beans I am getting plenty of turbo boost on the bike)

The local tea & coffee maker preparing our brews

Henne enjoying the morning sunrise
After leaving Camp, we stopped at the 20km mark for tea & coffee at a Truck Stop (Sudanese version of a 1-Stop Shop). We think no other riders stopped there, since it was so early in the ride, but we had decided to tour today, and enjoy the ride (did buy tea for Helen, today's first-half sweep rider who was forced to stop with us).


Judith spots her first Nile Crocodile  (Don't ask why its up there, its only on a need to know basis, and we don't need to know)

Michael & Judith enjoying their morning tea & coffee at the Sudanese 1-Stop Shop

Taking a short rest

When we got to the Lunch Truck, it was deserted, none of the usual riders were there, due to the fact that all concerned wanted to get to Dongola as quick as possible, since tomorrow was a rest day.

We stopped at a Coke Stop at 90km for ablutions and soft drinks accompanied by Gupaul, Andy and sweep rider Max, before completing the remaining 25km.

Arriving at today's lunch stop

Lunch Truck deserted of riders only T D A Management in attendance
Stopping at the Coke Stop

Judith making new friends and modeling her new pink cycling gear with the locals
Gupaul, Andy and sweep rider Max enjoying the rest & recuperation 


Crossed over the Nile River (it is still very impressive) arrived in Dongola and were immediately swamped by the Traffic, consisting mainly of Tuk-Tuk's, it was  organised chaos! Judith even had to try and out cycle a large dog which some idiot had set on her! "Who let the dogs out, woof, woof-woof!".

Arrived at the finish which is situated at a type of Luna Park, where some of the riders were already  camping in the Fairground. We hailed a Tuk-Tuk (one each because we had both our daily and permanent bags with us) and went to The Palace Hotel. Supposed to be Dongola's finest, but it leaves much to be desired. But at least the water is hot, there is power to charge the electronics and there is a bed.

After booking in, Andy and I hailed a Tuk-Tuk and went to the nearest "Super-market"  and bought soft drinks, crisps, chocolate and biscuits. Back at the Hotel I proceeded to binge on the sugar rich treats, life is great!


Crossing the Nile River Bridge into Dongola
Welcome to Dongola!

TDA Staff setting up the kitchen facilities
Fairground attraction - with our bikes chained to the railings

Off on a Tuk-Tuk to the Palace Hotel!

View from our balcony at the Palace Hotel
In the evening, six of us took two Tuk-Tuk's and went out to a local Sudanese Eating House for dinner. Half a chicken, with rice & local bread each, followed by Sudanese pastries and sweet spearmint tea. The quality of the food was great, which was later  confirmed when the complete TDA Crew arrived for dinner as well (they always know where the best meals are to be had).

We still rode 115km today, so it was early to bed, with no thoughts of going out clubbing in bustling Dongola ;)


Cheers, 
Mike T



Eating at a local Eating House with Nelson, Philip, Judith, Andy & Mark

Sudanese pastries to Judith's delight

Had my first beer in Sudan  (0 % alcohol)

Internet Surfers Henne, Paul back at the Hotel



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