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Felix Unite Camp (Namibia) to Springbok (RSA) - 133km

Namibia, South Africa
Day 115 – May 7 – Stage 81


The Final Countdown!  Today we crossed over from Namibia into South Africa, our home country, the last of the 11 countries to be traversed on our way down the length of Africa.


Left Felix Unite a little upset with their Management. Our son Ken and his wife had dropped off an envelope for us at Felix Unite Camp when they'd passed through the area on their honeymoon trip last year. It was supposed to be given to us on our TDA arrival, but Management had lost the envelope! Which about summed up the managerial skills of the people at Felix Unite, there is a lot to be said for any company in the hospitality industry to ensure that their employees receive the correct training in people skills.


A few kilometres before the Namibian Border, stopped at the Engen Garage (Wimpy) for Coffee with Murray, then onto the Border for our last border crossing. At immigration on the Namibian side, met up with Colleen & Johan, yesterday’s hosts at Amanzi Camp, who were on their way to Cape Town. 

We went through the Namibian Boarder, with no problem, but did hear that some of the other riders were hassled by an overzealous Namibian Police Official on entering the border complex. This is Africa (TIA) - a bit disappointing really, especially since none of the riders had been subjected to this kind of abuse at any other border crossing since leaving Cairo.
We crossed the bridge over the Orange River, and our entry into RSA was hassle free.  It was a real pleasure to be back “Home”.

After the South African immigration activities were completed, we started cycling up a very long uphill, taking us out from the Orange River Valley, but straight into a headwind from hell! The headwind was so strong, it took Judith and I a total of 6½ hours to do the 77km to the lunch position. Which included a crash on my part, when Judith was blown into me by the strong wind, causing me to go down on the tar road and enabling me to achieve a South African 'Tattoo'!  

Discretion being the better part of valour, we climbed the Lunch Truck, and rode into the Town of Springbok. On my recommendation Wynand stopped at the Springbok Lodge & Cafe, for us to savour their milkshakes. All were in agreement, these were the biggest and best milkshakes we had tasted on the TDA thus far.

Camp was at the Municipal Camping Grounds, where after the Briefing Session, Paul presided over the unofficial TDA presentations. I received the Yellow Jersey for riding EFI through the land of my birth (Zambia) and for tasting over 70 different beers so far on the Tour (EFDB) while also going Nutella and Peanut Butter free the whole way down Africa! (I think he was just looking for an excuse to present the Jersey to me, since I had bought two yellow jerseys in Nairobi to be used for presentations and he needed to return one of them to me!).

We forego the luxury of a tar road when we cycle out of Springbok tomorrow, it’s back onto the dirt roads again, heading up into the Cedarberg Mountains, let’s just hope we don’t experience the same energy sapping headwind that we had today!

Cheers,
Mike T


Murray and Mike T on the way to the Namibian/RSA Border

Judith on her way to the Border crossing

Some of the Ladies leaving Felix Unite Camp


Entering our Home Country of South Africa after nearly 4 months of absence 

Into a headwind on the way to Springbok
Having crossed into RSA and looking back towards the Bridge over the Orange Rive

Liz fixing her first puncture of the day with the assistance of Tallis


Murray assisting Liz with her second puncture of the day outside the Coke Stop


Todays Lunch Truck position

Bridgette and Wynand enjoying their milkshakes in Springbok




Philip having some quality time repairing his punctures



Paul awarding Julian the Dummy Award for the second time


Receiving the Yellow Jersey from Alex and Andje




Hugs and kisses from the Yellow Jersey Babes



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Lilongwe to Chipata [Mama Rulas Camp] (152km with 800m climbing)


MALAWI - ZAMBIA


Day 80 - Apr 2 - Stage 55

Left Lilongwe after an average type of Rest Day, fortunately it was a Sunday, so the traffic was relatively quiet as we passed through the CBD of the City on our way to the next Country, Zambia - which we were both looking forward to visiting since it is the land of my birth. 

I wanted to see how much the Country had changed, and it has been 50 years since I left the then young Independent Republic, and immigrated with my parents Ken and May Treloar, to South Africa. My parents had been in the then "Northern Rhodesia", since 1945 after the Second World War, and left to go South in 1967. I had not been back officially to Zambia since then.


After riding 80km, Judith got on the TDA Cruiser to rather ride to the Border, as she felt she would hold the border crossing procedures up by getting there too late if she continued cycling, a wise decision as we were actually running late.

The Malawian kids were still shouting, "Give me my money" which had by now become quite boring, although I did get a, "Give me my cell phone" which was soon followed by a, "Give me my bike".  Hell, what was I expected to do, donate my bike to some kid and then walk to Cape Town!??

After lunch, I cycled the 42km to the Border, but had a Coke Stop on the way with Liz, Marie and Helen the Sweep Rider. Once at the Border, crossing out of Malawi and into Zambia was absolutely painless. 

On the Zambian side, the Immigration Official noticed from my passport that I was Zambian born, and said, "Welcome back to Zambia!" How cool was that!

Amazingly once across the Border, the call of "Give me money" by the kids immediately stopped! It was replaced by a chirpy, "Mzungu, how are you?"  What an absolute pleasure....

The road surface on the Zambian side was just perfect, rode the final 30km to the Camp with Marie, who kindly allowed me to draught behind her for the complete 30km, and she didn't cycle slowly either, we averaged a decent 30 km/hr!

Arrived at the Mama Rulas Camp, had a few beers while I waited for Judith to arrive (she was with some of the TDA Staff doing some shopping in Chipata) before doing my tent erection duties. We decided to camp as it didn't look like it was going to rain.

Mama Rulas Camp had a great Bar, named "The Pit Stop", the beers were relatively cheap, cold, and plentiful, and a good time was had by all.


A local Indian fellow came to the Camp to assist us in changing our money from Malawian Kwacha to Zambian Kwacha, or to exchange US Dollars for Zambian Kwacha. Some of the Riders said he looked like my Brother, but just from another Mother!


Of all the Camps we had camped in so far on the Tour, Mama Rulas was one of the best we have encountered, and hopefully a taste of things to come in Zambia.

Tomorrow is a long day, 176km from Chipata to Petauke, don't know what Judith is going to do, will she ride the whole distance or only part of it? Tomorrow will tell.

Cheers,
Mike T


Could this be my long lost Brother ?
I don't know how the car got into the mielies
 (corn) but it got their proper!

Crossing a Bridge on our way towards Zambia

Liz and Marie at the Coke Stop waiting for Sweep Rider Helen to catch up with us

Chipata in Zambia has dedicated cycle lanes which were such a pleasure.


We are starting to see more and more home comforts & brands we recognize as we progress further South...



Ah Spar, "one wherever you are!"


The "Pit Stop" was well received at Mama Rula's

Riders enjoying quality time at the Pit Stop

Finally, the chance to drink my first "Mosi" in Zambia!


Come on the "Lions" my favorite Rugby Franchise.




Andrew and Linda taking some time out.


Judith taking advantage of a clear sky and hanging out some washing


Tomorrow's ride - Chipata to Petauke

Yup, a good time had by all who frequented the Pit Stop.


Alex finally conceding defeat and realizing she had eaten enough

Tallis making new friends at Mama Rula's

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