somehow this didn’t get posted – added here to complete the record

Day 108, stage 83, 83km

Start, Solitaire Guest Farm Desert Ranch

Finish, Sesriem, Sossusvlei Lodge

Another early morning but at least it was warmer. We are about 700 metres lower today than we were yesterday so it is a bit warmer. Namibia seems to have a booming tourist industry. We cycle for mile after mile and see no signs of habitation or commerce and then all of a sudden, after 60 or 70 or 80km of nothing we come across a luxury lodge. Sesriem is a good example. It is at the gate to a National park that includes the famous Dunes of the Namib dessert. We cycled over 80km from Solitaire and saw nothing. Then all of a sudden we come across the Sossusvlei Lodge just outside the gates of the park. This is not a roughing it in the wilds lodge. This is a fully paid up member of the ‘opulence is great’ club. And it has prices to match – about $300 a night per person, single or sharing. This includes dinner and breakfast. But still, we are in the Namib dessert in the middle of nowhere, Namibia. I went into reception and started to negotiate. In the end I got a room for the equivalent of about £90 a night, including dinner and breakfast. Several other riders took advantage of this rate. But we could only get it for one night (it was a rest day and we would be in Sesriem for two nights)  because the next day they had a group of 60 people coming and were fully booked. There isn’t a paved road in a hundred miles! They do have there own landing strip though. The 60 were all being ferried in on small planes. Nowhere is remote these days.

Today was a short cycle and not a particularly difficult one. We had a 30km individual time trial early on and then the naked mile. I had my usual crap time for the time trial. I just do not ride well against the clock. I need to see the bum in front. Too bad we didn’t do the naked mile first. Lots of bums. The time trial took us into an early lunch and then we had a short ride, including the naked mile, to Sesriem after lunch. The naked mile was a rather tame affair. All the men went off in a group, or most of us anyway, and then a mile or so from the lunch stop doffed out kit and posed for photos. James Campbell, a professional photographer who is also one of the riders, lined us up in echelon formation and did the bum shot, then on the side of the road for the full frontal – all very tasteful I am sure. We then road off with the breeze in our dangly bits for a while. To give some comfort to my saddle sore I tied my cycling short around my saddle with the chamois side up. Worked well. Out in the middle of nowhere like this very few vehicles pass you, and when they do they are usually going about 130kmh. during our dangly bits on view period about half a dozen cars passed. They all stopped and stared. Word got to Sesriem before we did.  I went into the shop at the camp to buy a coke and the cashier asked me if I had had a nice ride today. ’Yes, thanks.’ ‘And didn’t the hot sun burn your naked skin?’ I could hear the giggles as I walked out the door. Apparently a half hour earlier an older lady had come into the camp and said ‘Close the gates! Close the gates!  There are 20 naked madmen riding bicycles towards us!’ the gates were wide one when we arrived.

The women were very organized. They waited till all the men has passed and then doffed their kit and road off as a group for a while. James was the only man allowed within 20 miles. He was invited to be official court photographer, a task he performed reluctantly, I am sure, but with great integrity.

At the Sussusvlei Lodge that night we had a marvelous dinner. In addition to all the starters and soups and salads, there was a bbq that grilled everything you could get at Carnivore’s in Nairobi. There were a dozen different types of game. I had springbok Kudu and warthog – also a couple of pork chops. It was the typical Tour circus, eight or ten of us going back and then back again. I had two starter courses, three full meat courses, several deserts and cheese – also some good South African wine. And the room was marvelous.


The six over 50 riders who finished EFI (2 of us are over 60)!

over 50 EFIs 3

Celebrity envy

Day 121, stage 94, 90km

Start, Municipal Camp Yzerfontein

Finish, V&A Waterfront, Cape Town

At 6am on Saturday morning May 11, 2013, the last day of the 2013 Tour d’Afrique, it was freezing cold. There were competing theories. Do you get on your bike early and hope that you will warm up as you cycle, or do you stay wrapped up, wait for the sun to do its work and leave later. In the end most people left early. It had been about 3C when we work up and about 6C at 7:30, by which time most people had left. Once we hit the road the temperature dropped back to 4C. My fingers were frostbitten. It was painful. Fortunately, after only 7 or 8km we came to a farm shop that served tea. We all stopped and entered the warm cocoon for coffee, tea, hot chocolate and scones. The farm shop could have been in Port Dover or some other seaside town in South Western Ontario – full of crafts and curios and preserves and knick-knacks – or even Fanny’s Farm shop in Surrey near our house in Merstham. The only difference was that here you could go out in the back garden and see lions.

Reluctantly we left the warmth of the farm shop and got back on our bikes. We had a full and more or less formal day ahead of us. We had to be at our lunch stop at the beach 60km south of Yzerfontein by 11am for official photos and stuff. We had to be ready for the police led convoy for the final 30km into Cape Town by 12:00 noon. And we had to be at the V&A waterfront amphi-theatre for the closing ceremony by 2pm. It was now a military operation and we had our marching orders. So, off we went.

Many of the younger riders were ready to celebrate. They had bottles of champagne in the bottle racks and camel backs. They were taking photos of anything that moved. They were happy. Many of the older riders were a little more subdued. At the lunch stop I didn’t feel in a celebratory mood at all. I felt happy. I felt pleased with what I had accomplished. But I really just felt like going off and being alone for a while. It was sort of anti-climatic. But I had some champagne that was offered. I had some pictures taken and didn’t skulk off. I had the 30km convoy into town to get into the mood.

Convoys are never fun. They are a necessity, something to be gotten through. This one was no different. We had been told that the convoy would not stop for anyone. If you had a puncture you and your bike would get in the truck. Simple as that. So it was rather ironic that Bridget, who won the women’s race, punctured just as we were setting off. Everything came to a halt. They tried to pump it up. No go. And unused bike was quickly pulled off the truck and she had a new ride. We were just starting up again when there was a cry from Tess at the back: “oh no! My chain just broke!”. Unbelievable but true. A quick fix and five minutes later we are finally on our way. And so it goes. The police took us along the bus lanes, through every red light and to the heart of the V&A by 1:45pm. Mission accomplished. I had finished. I had achieved EFI.

We parked out bikes, came back to the amphitheater, were handed champagne in Styrofoam cups and a handful of pretzels and the show began. Flags, some speeches, some medals and awards, a band, strangers cheering – all very ‘celebrity envy’ stuff. The 30km hadn’t shifted my mood that much. I slipped away to the hotel as soon as I could. I had a few hours to myself before the closing party.

Thankfully the party was very informal, lots of milling and chatting and drinking; then some eating, then a slide show of some really very good photos many people had taken over the last 4 months. Alex B gave a good tribute to staff and Phil Howard sang a song he had written about the Tour that was great fun. A DJ took over and we all bopped for a while. I was back at the hotel and in bed by midnight. Many of the younger riders – champagne still in camel backs for all I know – went off to clubs. I believe most were eventually able to find their way back to the hotel.

Tomorrow is sorting, packing and saying goodbye to good friends. Early Monday morning I go to the airport for my flight back to Dar.

Permission after all

Day 120, stage 93, 142km

Start, Eland Bay Camp, Eland Bay Hotel

Finish, Municipal Camp Yzerfontein

At the rider meeting at Eland Bay yesterday evening we had some very welcome news. The powers that be in charge of roads and traffic in Cape Town had relented and granted us last minute permission to use the paved roads. So we could use the original route and wouldn’t have to do the much longer off-road ‘work around’. Instead of 158 today, we would only have to do 142km. And tomorrow we would do 90 instead of 105km. This was very welcome news. There would still be some off-road today but only about 25km.

Since it was a non-race day there was no time pressure on anybody. It was a lovely day and the cycling conditions were great. I rode all day in a group with sometimes changing characters that included Vince, Wayne, Bridget and Phil Kissel. We didn’t doddle. We kept a good pace. But we didn’t race and we did stop for coke. It was a very pleasant touring rather than racing day

Yzerfontein was yet another seaside town full of holiday homes and little else. But Yzerfontein had a clearer purpose that simply sitting in beach chairs or walking the dog. It was a holiday town devoted to sport fishing and rugby. There was a sports club with a bar and restaurant at the boundary of the camp where we stayed. It didn’t take Vince, Bridget, Wayne, Trish, Sandi and I long to find it and to tuck into some cold Hansa draft beer. It was a real club rather than just a bar. Everyone knew everyone and several people came over to introduce themselves and welcome us to the club.

We went back to the club after supper. There was a live rugby match on with some team from New Zealand playing some team from south Africa. I know nothing about rugby – shameful to admit for someone who has had a house near Bezier for almost fifteen years – but told Vince, a rugby playing Kiwi, that I would keep him company. He tried to explain the rudiments of the game to me. It didn’t take. As the only Kiwi in the room he then got into the thick of it with all the South Africans. I enjoyed the beer.

Last race day

Day 119, stage 92, 73km

Start, Municipal Camp, Strandfontein

Finish, Eland Bay Camp, Eland Bay Hotel

Today is the last race day. The final two days into Cape Town will not count in the official race time – but will still be counted for EFI. So today is short and off-road. I am not a great off-road rider. But I am getting better. I can pick a line much better and I can now slalom down the hills without riding my brakes. But the rough roads still beat me up because I have no suspension. I would definitely fit a front suspension fork onto my bike if I did this again. I like the cross bike. I like its geometry. I like the comfort and the drop bars. I don’t like the fixed front fork on bad roads. It battered me. It battered my headset, which had to be repacked four times in four months and is now shot.

Pascal, who won the men’s race, road with a fixed front fork. He did it because this allowed him to ride a bike made for the roads and that allowed him to cycle much more quickly on road. It was a conscious trade off. Freek, a very strong young Dutch rider, road a typical hard-tail mountain bike with front shocks. Today, he and Pascal decided to trade bikes (I believe that there was a claim that if Freek had Pascal’s much better bike he would win every day). Good decision for Pascal. Freek was outfoxed. Pascal now had shocks off-road. Freek didn’t. (Freek should only have agreed to the trade on an on road day.) The result was that Pascal won the stage and Freek ended up with numb arms and hands, blisters and a much slower time. Point made.

I had a fairly good off-road day – but then if you only have to cycle 73km any terrain may seem acceptable. If I had had to do another 73km on the same terrain I may not have been so sanguine.

The camp today was right on the beach. The town, once again, was more a holiday village than anything else. We had enormous cheeseburgers and a couple of beers at the Eland Bay Hotel to celebrate the end of the race then went down to dinner. In another few days we were really going to have to actively manage a reduction in calorie intake. We were consuming enormous mounts of food at all times of day. There was nothing regular or polite about our eating habits. Eat five times a day, whenever you are not cycling, and fill your gob with ice cream, crisps, peanuts and chocolate in between. Swallow as much fluid as you; ten litres a day is not too much. Make sure there is a good mix of water, oral rehydration salts, sugary fizzy stuff and fruit juice – small sips or two litre oral injections; it doesn’t matter, just get it in.

At the beginning of the Tour I would stop at a coke stop and, well, have a coke. A week in I would have two per stop. Two became three. In the last month of the tour I was buying two litre bottles of fizzy stuff. I am sure this wasn’t very good for me but it sure felt good – the fluid, the sugary energy fix. I have lost over 7 kg but have picked up some very bad habits along the way.

They broke me

Day 118, stage 91, 162km

Start, Municipal Camp, Garies

Finish, Municipal Camp, Strandfontei

Today we started our ‘work arounds’ with an off-road century. A make or break day with only four days to go. But there was a slight reprieve. The route today would not be all off road. The route had been adjusted somewhat – still as long but some tarmac. The counterbalance was the wind. While it had been more or less benign for the last two days, today it was against us.

The off-road sections were really miserable – deep sand and gravel, large sharp rocks, bad and deep corrugation, lots of up and down. It was a long slog. And then when we finally came off the dirt we turned into a wind of steadily increasing velocity. The last thirty kilometres were almost directly into the wind. And we were now heading to the coast where we would see the Ocean for the first time. The wind was onshore and cold. It shrouded the coast with shivering fog 25km inland. It was miserable. And then when I had finally reached Strandfontein I could find our camp. Our route through towns is marked with pink flagging tape. Sometimes the route is well marked, sometimes it is not. It depends who has done the taping I think.  Today it was crap. It was either misleading or missing – blown away. As a result I spent half an hour going up and down steep coastal hills in this small seaside town looking for other cyclists and wondering where I was. I finally stopped a car and was pointed in the right direction. But I was not a happy camper. They had broken me.  And let the staff know it when I got to the camp. The last thing you want after a tough and long day is to spend a half hour going up and down steep hills trying to find home.

I just wanted a coke.

We were camped on a grassy hill overlooking the Atlantic. But it was cold and foggy and there were not really a town centre with shops and restaurants. This was a town of holiday homes – big places with great views, lined up on the hills next to the sea. No Nandos, no 1950s restaurant at the Garies Hotel. Just the TdA lunch truck and our tents. Fortunately Alex was in a gregarious and active frame of mind. He took a walk around the village asking any local resident he met where he could buy some wine. After half an hour or so he returned with two bottles of wine – a red and a white – both of which had been gifted to him by the locals who were distraught to discover that we had cycled so far and had no wine waiting for us. This brightened my mood considerably. After dinner, some nice wine and a lovely hot shower, I slept well.

Small town Ontario

Day 117, stage, 90, 117km

Start, Municipal Camp, Springbok

Finish, Municipal Camp, Garies

This was the kind of day I expected in the last week of the ride: short, on tarmac, not too windy, pleasant countryside. It was the kind of leisurely, cruise control kind of day that makes people believe that cycling is easy. Today it was. There was quite a lot of climbing today, as there was yesterday but it wasn’t the frantic up and down small peaks and gullies type of climbing you get where road builders have simply carved a track through the existing terrain. These were engineered roads. Undulations were smoothed out. Climbs were longer but also more gradual – a steady 2 – 6% rather than sharp 10 or 14% pulls.

Before lunch I went out a fairly good pace again, this time I cycled for quite a while with James Campbell and Wayne Gaudet. This time I also lingered a bit longer at lunch and cycled mostly on my own for the latter part of the day. But I was still in in good time.

Garies is very different than Springbok. While Sprirngbok is very much the up and coming town with the Toyota dealership, Garies is the town time has forgotten with tumbleweed blowing down the main street.  It reminded me a lot of a 1950s northern Ontario lumber town. The old hotel in the middle of town on the main street was a classic. You could find it on the main street of any small Ontario town circa 1950: the restaurant off the reception with varnished wood booths; the Black Label beer posters and lights; the taxidermy on the walls. Vince, Alex and I went in for cheeseburgers, grilled cheese sandwiches and milk shakes. The waitress was also old fashioned. She had one of those old fashioned order taking pads, beautiful handwriting like a primary school teacher, and she smiled. I expected to see my grandmother’s faded green 1953 Chevy parked out front when we left. But no, all I saw was the town drunk shuffling into the bottle shop for some cheap sherry. Yes, even their cheap booze is the same as 1950s small town Ontario.