Friday, 29 June 2012

Gear Review Number One..... Bicycles!


Bicycles

Seeing that we were going to cycling for most of Big Ride | Africa we thought it would be worthwhile to put in a bit of effort in researching and choosing the right bicycles... In the end I think we put more effort in researching bike components and other gear that we did the actual frames!  We both wanted to get the dream expedition bike, the Thorn Raven, a steel (chromoly) framed beast of a bike made by boutique bike company Thorn Cycles in the UK, but at more than £3000 (although that does include racks) we decided that the cash would be better  used for daily living expenses and the odd beer.   

So we started looking at other options.  Most touring cyclists say you have to have a steel framed bicycle, the reasoning being that if you do break it, it can be welded; although that assumes that the welder concerned is a bit more skilled than your average guy who welds burglar bars and truck chassis’s.  The problem is that decent steel frames, that don’t cost a fortune, are hard to come by as most frames are aluminium.  We scoured ebay but only came across crusty, rusty and overpriced steel frames that had probably been recovered from the sea.  Being mountain bikers who were used to riding aluminium frames we decided that for a trip of this length aluminium would be fine (aluminium suffers from fatigue over time) and in a worst case we could import a frame or get a local steel framed bike.  Decision made.  We both bought aluminium mountain bikes off ebay.  I went for a German made Cube Ltd Race, a racy cross country hard tail, and Mark went for the British made Ridgeback Cyclone, a bit more upright hardtail. 

Not being very creative we called the bikes the ‘Cube’ and the ‘Ridgeback’.  Most days the banter went something like this: “Hey Mark what is that crack in the Ridgeback?” “Funny guy, is it normal for the Cube to be bent behind the stem?” Winding each up aside, we secretly we hoped nothing went wrong and nothing did.  The frames are still rock solid although they are missing some paint and are a bit sun bleached.  If you are looking at a bicycle for your tour, aluminium will be fine for a short trip (say less than 20 000km), if you are planning on cycling the world for a few years, go for a steel (chromoly) frame (see Thorn, Surly, etc).  If you tough like Heinz Stucke you can go for a Brompton!

Heinz's Brompton folding bike in Kigali. It has 25 000km on it.

Ridgeback Cyclone frame:

Mark: Great bike. I did not choose this frame for any other reason than it being the only second hand MTB frame with rigid forks and rack mounts which I could find at a reasonable price and which had good reviews.  It worked out cheaper for me to buy a complete second hand bike and then strip it down and re-kit it with my own components, rather than buy a new frame and fork and do the same.  It was rock solid throughout the trip and was generally a comfortable ride too.  It’s not the ideal geometry for a touring frame, which meant possibly not sitting upright enough, and I think this is why my Brookes saddle didn't work for me as well as I hoped it would.  I also ended up getting a bit of carpal tunnel syndrome (pins and needles in the fingers) from too much pressure on my palms from leaning over the bars.  In summary for a 6 month trip it was perfect - cheap, strong and comfortable.  For a longer trip I would have splashed out for a touring specific frame.

The Ridgeback fully laden in Sudan

Cube Ltd Race:

James: I bought this bike pretty much brand knew off Ebay for £550 (retail is £1000).  The previous owner had hardly used it and the bike got rave reviews on Bikeradar.com.  Good deal I thought and Cube has a reputation for building strong frames which is great when you are planning on carrying some serious weight on African roads.  Some plus points about the bike were that it had mounting points for a racks on the rear triangle, was matt black in colour (when most Cubes have ‘loud’ paint schemes) and  came with decent components (Shimano SLX and XT).  Some negatives were the race orientated set up, ie hunched feel, a more upright feel is preferred for touring; air front suspension, always a risk of failure on a long trip; and the wheel set. 

I replaced the original Sun Ringle cross country wheel set (see wheels) but stuck with the Rock Shox Reba SL suspension.  If you have a suspension fork on your touring bike it’s best to go for a coil sprung fork (if you can find one) because when, not if, it fails it usually seizes and you can still ride on it.  If an air fork fails it usually collapses so you lose +-100mm of height on the front and it’s particularly lethal to ride on with reduced control.  A big risk but I felt that on bad roads the Reba would be a bonus.  To limit the chance of failure, I pumped the forks up pretty hard, rode them locked out most of the time and made sure they were kept clean.  Also I had a brace-type concept in my head that could be employed with the help of a welder to lock the forks out completely in the event of failure.  They had never been serviced and after riding some single track in the forest the other day they are still smooth.  Probably against manufactures instructions but if they are locked out most of the time, wear is minimal and less servicing is required.  

The Cube also came with Formula Oro hydraulic disc brakes from Italy.  Five years ago this would be a big risk but disc brakes today are unlikely to fail unless you rip a hose off.  I bled the brakes before we left and they are still good today.  I did take a few spares and bleeding kit just in case.  If you look at other bike touring sites you may come across the Chris King headset.  CK make the best headsets and if you are planning on going touring for a few years they are worth the investment (£100+).  I stuck with the headset that came with the Cube.  It’s a bit worn now but still in working order.

The Cube also in Sudan

Wheel sets:

We did a lot of research in this area but unfortunately we consulted the wrong sources.  We both decided to replace our existing wheels knowing full well that standard mountain bike rims are not designed to carry large amounts of weight for long distances.  Wheel failure is an all too common problem for touring cyclist so we wanted to get the strongest wheels but also with consideration of the weight.  Heavy wheels makes for more huffing and puffing.  For the hubs we decided to go with Shimano XT (the loose ball bearing type).  Easily serviceable and very tough, these are the standard for any touring bike.  I went for the 36 spoke version and Mark went for the 32.  The more spokes you have, the stronger the wheels and seeing that I am slightly heavier than Mark I thought 4 extra spokes would be worthwhile.  The hubs lasted for the whole trip without any problems and are still smooth.  The freewheels are still clicking along.  I serviced my rear hub once because it was a bit loose but Mark hardly looked at his. We used DT swiss 2mm spokes (not butted).  Heavy but strong. We never broke a spoke. 

And then we come to the rims... a nightmare of sorts.  A few sources, including the touring cyclist bible, recommended Mavic rims particularly the XM719. They also suggested a few other brands which we had never heard of.  Having used Mavic before we decided to go with the XM719.  We should have googled “Mavic XM719 failure”.... The first failure was my front rim while we were cycling up and over the Swiss alps.  High tyre pressure due to an increase in altitude and what I think was a manufacturing defect pealed a 15cm sliver of aluminium off my outer rim.  Luckily there are buses in Switzerland and we managed to get a lift and find a bike shop over the pass in Italy.  Marco, a local bike mechanic, had never seen a failure like this before and agreed that it was probably a defect in the rim. Which was even weirder was that the front wheel only had a handlebar bag up front and not panniers, so was hardly weighted.  Marco was quite limited in rims and did not have a 36 hole version to match my XT hub so he built me a new 32 spoke wheel with another Mavic rim, this time the 317 a cheaper version of the XM719, laced onto a Novatec cartridge bearing Taiwanese hub.  I was sceptical but running pressures of 3 bar and with little weight over the front wheel, the wheel is still fine.  I contacted Mavic and was told that the tyres were too strong for the wheels and they were not designed for long distances... Great.  

Mavic XM719
 At this stage our rear wheels were fine. Until Sudan that is.  Mark, who was running v brakes, noticed that the brake blocks were pushed apart at certain points on the rim when he braked.  He thought it was a slight buckling so he got out the spoke spanner but it did not improve.  Having read about cracks between the eyelets on other cyclist’s sites I took my rear wheel off in Khartoum and removed the rim tape.  What I saw made my blood boil.  There were cracks between each of the eyelets below the rim tape.  Mark checked his and found the same.  Our front wheels were fine probably because all our luggage was carried above the rear wheel (a mistake in hindsight) and we had 3-4kg at most on the front.  After the rage had settled we considered our options.  26”, 36 hole rims and decent spokes are not exactly freely available in Sudan so we would have to order them from overseas.  This would take a while with customs and courier times and we did not have unlimited time on our Sudanese visa.  

On the recommendation of Simon, the British cyclist we met in Egypt, we ordered Rigida Andra rims and spokes (correct spoke lengths were a big worry) from SJS Cycles in the UK together with a few other spares.  We had heard about these rims and not knowing much about them other than they were heavy and more expensive had decided against them while researching wheels before our trip. A big mistake.  Not wanting to sit around in Khartoum waiting for them, we arranged delivery via DHL to Bahir Dar, Ethiopia and continued our journey on cracked rims with lowered tyre pressures (2 bar). 1000 km later we luckily got to Bahir Dar with a few more cracks but feeling somewhat relieved we had made it.  The parcel, however, was still stuck in customs.  We managed to get it out after paying 50% import duty and set about building our wheels.  Neither Mark nor I had built wheels before so it took a while.  

Wheel building in Ethiopia. Note beers on table.
In the end our hand built rims lasted all the way to Cape Town without any further failure or buckling on the worst roads you can imagine.  A weight saving of a few grams and an additional cost of £10 per wheel for this saving had ended up costing us £250 each not to mention the stress of getting wheels sent out to Ethiopia.  Don’t muck around with wheels.  Normal wheel sets will not last on long trips.  Our tough Mavics did not even last 6000 km. Even guys who have spread their luggage around and had front panniers have had wheel failures.   Get yourself some 36 hole Rigida Andra or Sputnik Rims laced onto Shimano XT hubs with 2mm spokes.  The Andras will work with both disc and rim brakes and are so tough Rigida decided to do away with spoke eyelets.  Sun Ringle Rhyno Lites are also good rims.  You won’t have any issues.  Don’t buy downhill rims.  They may look strong but they are designed for running large volume tyres at low pressure, not skinny tyres at 3-4 bar.  Seeing that we carried hardly any weight on the front wheel, the front Mavic rims lasted but if we had had front panniers I think we would have had problems.  Always take note of the recommended tyre pressures on your rims.

Group sets and drive chains:

I had a 27 speed Shimano SLX crank with a steel Shimano Deore middle chain ring (lasts longer than the SLX ones) meshed with a SRAM P970 cassette and SRAM P971 chain.  Derailers were Shimano Deore XT and shifters were rapid fire Shimano SLX.  Mark had a Deore crank, SRAM grip shifters, SRAM X7 and X8 derailers and Shimano cassette and chain.  We both started off with new drive chains (middle chain rings, cassette and chain).  I replaced mine at 10500km mainly because I was sick of carrying spares.  Mark changed his at 13000km.  Remember this when your local bike shop says you need a new chain and cassette after only 1000km.  We kept the chain and cassette clean when we could and used Squirt lube to reduce wear.
  
Shimano Deore XT rear derailer
Mid-range drive chain components last a really long time and in most cases it is actually cheaper to replace the middle chain ring, chain and cassette in one go rather than replacing chains and cassettes every 1000km.  This reasoning changes when you use high end components like XTR and SRAM X0 and using multiple chains becomes worthwhile to prolong the life of your £100 cassette.  But if you use these components you are either sponsored or a banker and would not really worry about the cost of replacement anyway. 


Shimano Deore middle chain ring after 10500 km
One key component of your groupset that most people tend to forget about is the bottom bracket.  We went with an external cup version.  I used Shimano XT while Mark used Shimano Deore.  He had to replace his after 10500km. Mine is still smooth and trouble free.

We used Shimano XT cables and housings and have not had to change them yet.

Stick with mid range stuff, don’t be fancy but if you want to be fancy get a Rohloff hub.

Tyres:

If you are planning a bike tour through Africa there is only one tyre you should be looking at, the Schwalbe Marathon XR.  It is super tough and mine have lasted 16000km now (including a few kilometres before we set off) and still have tread on them.  The problem is they are hard to get hold of.  Schwalbe decided to redesign them a few years ago and came up with the Dureme and the Extreme.  Cyclists have reported these tyres lasting no more than 5000km.  Schwalbe saw the error in their ways and have brought back the Marathon XR which is now called the Marathon Mondial, “the ultimate touring tyre”.  It is relatively new and has not been proven yet but it looks like it will be a decent tyre.  

Schwalbe Marathon XR on the Makalagadi Pans, Botswana
We took a spare Continental Travel Contact tyre each.  This tyre is good but more suited to decent roads.  If you are going offroad or if the tar is patchy, go with the Marathon XR.  You will not find decent tyres in Africa (other than in SA or Namibia).  You will, however, find cheap Chinese ones that don’t last long, which is why the locals could not believe we had only used on set of tyres and had had less than ten punctures each.  If you can find the Marathon XR (if they are folding ones even better) stockpile a few.  You will not regret it.  Also worthwhile are the Marathon Plus tyres if you will be spending more time on tar than dirt.

Tubes:

Don’t go tubeless.  The sealant won’t last and you won’t be able to carry enough of it.  Get yourself some decent tubes, like those from Continental, and take a couple spares.  We did not touch our spare tubes but it’s nice to know they were there.  Schrader valves are preferred because you can always pump up your tyres at a petrol station.  We went with presta with a schrader attachment.  I only used the attachment once because I was feeling lazy and there was a compressor nearby.  Other times a Topeak hand pump worked just fine.

Brooks B-17 saddle:

Mark: Not what I expected. Being the de facto saddle of choice for cycle tourists, I thought if I splash out a bit and get this I would have no problems on my trip. Not the case. I suffered! In fact at one point after about 14000km I ended up having to stand and cycle for 3 consecutive days. I literally could not even bear to touch the saddle lightly.  This happened despite following the care instructions (I carried a tin of Brooks Proofide which I applied regularly as well as tensioning the saddle).  I had saddle sores all over the place but I found the back "ridge" or rim of the saddle was a particular source of problems.  I'm not saying that this is not a good saddle. The quality is fantastic, and obviously a lot of people find it fantastic. It did not work for me though.  James used his skinny racing saddle (Cube Ready for Race) and had far less bum issues.

Racing Cube saddle. Skinny, narrow and hard.
More gear reviews to follow including camping gear, clothing and panniers.

Wednesday, 6 June 2012

Some statistics for Big Ride Africa



General distance/time stuff: 
15000km mark near Cederberg, South Africa
Total kilometres cycled:  15 458 km

Total days: 176

Total cycling days: 137

Total rest days (including other travel days): 39

Average kilometres per day: 112 km/day

Countries: 19

Most kilometres in a day: 234.5 km, Egypt (100km of which with police escort)

Least kilometres in a day: 20 km, Aswan to Aswan High Dam and the ferry to Sudan


Col de Galibier
Biggest climb: Shared between Col de Galibier, French Alps (coldest too) and Blue Nile Gorge, Ethiopia (hottest)

Coolest descent:  30km descent to Bujumbura, Burundi.  

Worst road:  Sand road from Ethiopia to Kenya and road south from Lodwar, Northern Kenya.




Most climbing:  Ethiopia and Rwanda
Omo Valley, suited up ready for mozzies

Least climbing: Egypt and Sudan



Accommodation:
Nights camping: Lost count!

Best camp spots: Sudan and Namibia

Worst camp spot: Omo Valley, Ethiopia. If there ever was a good time to get Malaria this was it.

View from campsite, Nambia

Best hotel: Roma Hotel, Aosta, Italy


Worst hotels: Ethiopia 

Worst backpackers: M&J Place Hostel, Rome, Italy. Check out tripadvisor.com








Cheapest hotel: USD3 for the room, Ethiopia. Came with a double bed, a box of condoms and a bucket of water.


Worst toilet: MV Liemba ferry, Lake Tanganyika. 




Visas/passports:
Last stamp

Passports:  Two. RSA and UK

Paid visas required:  Six 

Most expensive visa: Sudan (USD50 – we got a discount down from USD100 - and USD 50 alien registration fee)

Most visits to embassy: Burundian embassy in Kampala. Three times. And we got a... letter.  No visa stickers!


Best passport in Africa: South African green mamba
South African border

Illegal entry: We got into Kenya without having our passports stamped. We managed to get an exit stamp though at the Uganda border.

Bribes/baksheesh paid: None

Most ridiculous bribe asked for: "Where is your bicycle licence? And your bike bell? We have to fine you.", Zimbabwe


Money:
Currencies: 17

Cash carried: Mixture of US dollars (post 2003 notes) and GB pounds

Best money hiding spot:  In handlebar

Cards: Two debit cards each and a credit card

Fraud:  Account debited by ATM six times but "Mark there is no money coming out!!", Gonder, Ethiopia.

Countries without access to international visa ATM network:  Sudan and Burundi

Best place to change money:  Black market money changers at border. 

Cheapest country: Sudan and Ethiopia joint


Most expensive country: Italy. African country, Botswana



Transport other than on a bicycle:


Flights:  One. Rome to Cairo

Ferries: Three. English Channel, Lake Nasser, Lake Tanganyika




Other transport: Truck through bandit country; dugout canoe; pushing our bikes through sand, tuks tuks, motorbikes, busses and minibus taxis on off days in cities.



Food and water:
Maximum water carried: 16 litres each

Most coke consumed in a day: 4 litres each (work out how much sugar that is!)

Most liquid consumed in a day: 8 litres each

Calories burnt per day: +-6000 kcal on average

Biscuits eaten per day:  3 packets each maximum

Christmas dinner:  Pasta and fried onions, Turkana region, Northern Kenya
Sprice Juice

New years dinner:  Braaied/BBQed chunks of beef with Maize bread and tomatoe and onion sauce, Sipi Falls, Uganda.

Different beer brands consumed in Africa: 50

Best beer: Primus (720ml bottle only), Rwanda and Burundi

Worst beer: Castle, Southern Africa and the mini Carlsberg beers (320ml) in Malawi.

Worst food:  Injera & Tibs, Ethiopia / Fuul, Sudan

Fuul, Sudan

Best food: Anything in France... and South Africa.

Best coffee: Machhiato,  Ethiopia

Best drink: Sprice Juice, Ethiopia.




Equipment:
Weight of equipment: 20-30 kg

Broken rim, Switzerland

Wheels used: James, both rims/spokes replaced; Mark, rear rim/spokes replaced.

Hubs serviced:  Once, James rear XT hub.  

Tyres used: One set of Schwalbe Marathon XRs each. Great tyres.

Tubes used: Two each

Punctures: 7 each (Thanks Schwalbe Marathon XRs!)

Bicycle drive chains (chain, cassette, middle chain ring) used: Two each.  James changed his at 10 500km, Mark at 13 000.

Bottom brackets used: James, one (XT); Mark, two (Deore). Shimano XT is far more durable.

Disc brake pads used: Three sets (copies bought off Ebay)

V brake pads used: Two sets


Cycling shorts: Two pairs each but we tended to use one only. They became see through.

Wheel building, Bahir Dar

Cracked rims
Bottles of chain lube: One bottle of Squirt each

Repairs to panniers:  Numerous

Spokes broken: 0





Medical:

Visits to hospital: One. James, Uganda. Bacterial infection in the blood

Antibiotics used:  Five courses total.

Jippy tummy:  At least three times each.
Heat fest, northern Kenya

Malaria: None


Random: 
Highest temperature: low fifties (degree C), Lake Turkana

Lowest temperature: Below freezing, Chamonix, France


Freezing temperatures, Chamonix




Mozzie fest: Omo valley, Ethiopia

Worst drivers: Egypt

Crashes/Collisions: None

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

The Big Ride - Africa is finished!

After 15 458 km on the saddle, 176 days and 19 countries, our adventure on two wheels came to an end on Saturday 31 March as we rolled into the Cape Point car park to a huge welcome by friends, family and loved ones. We started the final day’s ride under clear skies from Table View and after taking one of the new ‘Zille’ cycle lanes we promptly got lost when the lane terminated under a motorway fly over. But with a little help from a fellow cyclist we were back on track and cruising down to Muizenburg to latch onto the coast road to Cape Point. It was at this point that the fact that we were nearly finished started to hit home together with all the emotions that go with it. Part of us did not want it to end while a larger part could not wait for it to finish. We even discussed turning around and hitting Francophone Africa but this did not last that long, we wanted to get to the end. As we were leaving Simon’s Town we spotted a group of cyclists up ahead. As we got closer we started to recognise a few of the faces (I spotted my girlfriend from miles away even though she tried to hide!) and quickly realised that they were waiting for us and were going to join us for the final 24km. We were ecstatic! The ride from there up to the Cape Point entrance and then through the reserve went from just Mark and I contemplating life after our nomadic existence to a peloton of riders with some awesome banter and tale swopping. It was really fantastic and we did not want it to end. It had to though and as we got closer to the finish line we saw the South African flag raised high and Big Ride – Africa posters welcoming us home. Isobel and a colleague Kristie had set up a welcoming committee of note. We could not stop grinning as we rolled to a stop to much cheering and clapping. It was such an amazing feeling and an absolutely superb way to finish. Out came the compulsory wine and beer and we celebrated the end of six months of extraordinary experiences, experiences that will never be forgotten. We spent a number of hours at Cape Point chatting to everyone including a few random foreign tourists and could not help but relive the highs and lows of the trip as we were asked things like “what was your favourite country?” and “did you have any mechanical failures?” and the famous one “what about tyres?”. Six months ago when we started this trip in an overcast London, and after being ticked off for cycling on Trafalgar Square, actually finishing the trip seemed so distant and it was very hard to comprehend knowing how much we had to get through to reach that point. Now being in Cape Town with the trip behind us, the freezing temperatures of the Alps, the chaos of Egypt, the sands of the Sahara and the irritating kids of Ethiopia are a distant memory, only because there have been so many good and some bad experiences since then. It feels as if we have compressed ten years of experiences into six months. Every place was different, no country or region the same. Whenever we crossed a border there were different people, different religions and languages, different foods, different beers, different environments and most irritatingly so, different currencies. It’s these differences that made it so interesting and a real eye opener in many ways. What we thought we knew about Africa has changed completely. We have been asked many times both before and during our trip why we are doing it and more particularly why we are doing it on bicycles and not in a huge Land Cruiser. Touring on a bicycle allows you to really see and experience a country properly and at a far more civilised pace. You see the raw Africa, not the dressed up tourist version. We wanted to see the stuff that does not appear in the pages of a Lonely Planet, we wanted to travel slowly and take things in, we wanted to interact with the local people and eat the food they did, we wanted to see things up and close and personal (although at times this got a bit much) and take home memories of life off the beaten track. Doing a trip on a bicycle really allows, or rather it forces, you to do this which is why we chose leg power over diesel. But now it’s time to return to normal life (although you could ask what is normal?). It’s probably going to take a while to settle in again and I’m pretty sure we may end up pitching a tent in the lounge and going off in search of goat meat to go with our pasta and our favourite African beer during a bout of post trip madness. We are looking forward to it though and there is always the next adventure. You can’t have too many of those. And before you ask, we still love cycling. We even made it to the final day of the Cape Epic to welcome the riders home. We just need to let the legs recover a bit!

We would like to thank everyone who made the finish of our trip a very special day, particularly Isobel and Kristie for doing an amazing job organising everything and keeping the troops in line: our parents who made the trek down from good old Pretoria, Jo who kept the cameras snapping away and chivvied Mark along, Celeste for hosting our parents, the Coppingers for joining us on the cycle, Barry, Leigh, Janet and the kids, Marion and Brit, Belinda and Andy, Alton and his pops, Nicole from the Village and the odd tourist who got involved. Also thank you to everyone (the list is a long one!) who could not make it for all your words of support, congratulations and messages during our trip. It really kept us going. Sarah we won’t forget your messages on the website!

During our trip we were raising money for the Wildlands Conservation Trust, which is going to use the money to help fight the war against rhino poaching. We have raised just over £1000, which is fantastic. Thank you to all those who made donations. The site is still accepting donations so if you have some spare change it will be much appreciated.

Many people helped us out along the way and for this we are eternally grateful: Marco in Aosta for building me a new front wheel (it’s still good!); the Wyness family in Cairo for letting us have the run of their home; Simon for keeping us company through the Sahara and explaining the ins and outs of wheel building; the Dutchman who looked like Ronnie Corbett who gave us something to chuckle about; Rosa in Khartoum for putting up some seriously dirty cyclists and really looking after us; Frankie and the rest of the British Council teachers for showing us a good time; Jo for taking charge of getting our new wheels to Ethiopia and bringing us loads of good English sweets when she came out to Uganda; the various missions and priests who helped us with a place to stay and water in the Turkana region, Heinz Stucke, the lifelong touring cyclist for regaling us with tales of his travels and the benefits of drinking beer; Andy Blake for organising us tickets on the MV Liemba and for being so welcoming and helpful during our stay in Kigoma (our day with the kids will never be forgotten); Ernest and his wife in Malawi; Jesper and his family in Zambia, the coffee he grows is amazing; and Sekeji in Windhoek. If I have missed anyone I apologise, the mind is still trying to process things! There are many more people we met along the way who made the trip what it is. Unfortunately the list would run to many pages if I had to reproduce them here! It was great meeting you all.

Finally a big thank you to our girlfriends, Isobel and Jo, who let us go on this adventure and supported us all the way. I just hope we do not bore them to death with our stories and photographs. Talking about photographs, we need to upload the last eight countries worth. This will happen over the next few weeks. We have way to many to go through. And the answer to the infamous tyre question? I used one set only and Mark only replaced his rear tyre in Clanwilliam. I still think they are still good for another 2000km. If you are in the market for a touring tyre, go for the Schwalbe Marathon XR. We will also be posting some gear reviews and stats to help future touring cyclists.

James

Friday, 30 March 2012

The eve of the end... Bloubergstrand 30/03/2012

The end is in sight! Well, nearly anyway - if Table Mountain wasn't standing in the way it almost would be!

We have arrived in Bloubergstrand at the Salticrax backpackers and this is our last night on our adventure before it all comes to an end tomorrow afternoon. Neither of us can really comprehend that fact.

Earlier today we had to stop and squint into the distance when we saw what we thought was the feint outline of Table Mountain as we cycled down the R27 from Langebaan. When we were sure it was, we couldn't wipe the smiles off our faces. And when we got close enough we had to stop for a team photo with the iconic backdrop.

So we will try and enjoy this last evening as much as we can but I think neither of us can take our thoughts off tomorrow!

Keep checking for the next update...


Sunday, 25 March 2012

Country Number 19 - Its nearly over!

James checking in after a bout of radio silence: We have just spent a
fantastic few days in the Cederberg mountains resting up the legs a
bit. Isobel came up from Cape Town (seeing her was absolutely
brilliant!) and we had a great time exploring the area,swimming in the
rock pools and eating some amazing South African fare, braai vibes! We
stayed at an awesome place called Alfa Excelsior (Connie and Lizzie)
and would definitely recommend it!

The last 1300km from Windhoek has been quite varied. The Namibian
section was relatively flat, fast thanks to a tailwind and had some
great campsites (not official ones...we became experts at fence
hopping with fully loaded bikes). Being the rainy season we had a few
wet afternoons with one hectic wind storm that prevented us from
pitching our tent. We just sat there huddled behind our bikes waiting
for the wind to cease. When it did we got the tent up and then the
heavens opened. We got the soap out and had a damn good wash! The last
100km to the Orange River and the SA border was not fun tough. The
tail wind became an awful headwind and the gradient increased
significantly. We thought it would be downhill all the way to the
river and even those rare down hills that we did come across required
pedalling just to get down them. We got to the river though without
losing our sense of humour and were welcomed by the Noordoewer Engen
Service Station. An oasis in a sweltering landscape of rock and sand.
We just had to have some milkshakes! Wimpy milkshakes of course. We
spent quite a while enjoying the air conditioning before cycling the
last few kays to the SA border, country number 19! Border formalities
were easy although I was ticked off for taking a photo in immigration.
Thought I would try my luck. Luckily my camera was not confiscated. We
crossed into SA with mixed emotions. Excited because we were back home
and would be seeing friends and loved soon, but also quite sad because
this big adventure was coming to an end although the thought of not
having to live out of panniers was a happy prospect. We were quite
cross that there was not a Welcome to South Africa sign!

We had been gobbling up the miles of late and had quite a few spare
days in the bag, denoted REST days, before our proposed arrival in
Cape Town. So we elected to take a rest day at a camp on the Orange
River called Aquacade. Luckily we did as the next four days proved to
be incredibly tough both mentallly and physically and rested legs were
needed. After lounging in the river and sipping Hansas we made our way
south fighting through the ever present headwind and up and over the
mountains of the Northern and Western Cape on the N7. Each day we
cursed the terrain and hope that the wind would change. It never did.
Still wind aside the scenery was amazing and the shops even more
amazing. We had a feast every night. We were told we came during the
wrong time of the year, the flowers were not out yet and it was very
hot. Still we spent some great nights camping in Springbok, Garies
(they really need to sort out their campsite), Vanrhynsdorp and
finally Clanwilliam. Just south of Vanrhynsdorp we decided to take the
old wagon road to Cape Town, an initially nice dirt road that turned
into a corrugated and sandy jeep track. Not ideal but it did afford us
a great swim in the Boelhoek Dam to rinse the dust off.

We are at Clanwilliam Dam tonight. Our ride today was really short, an
awesome descent of Parkhuis Pass, a beast of a pass we cycled up on
Friday to get to Alpha Excelsior. We continue our ride to Cape Town
tomorrow morning although we would both prefer to sit back and sip
some good local wine! Rather than heading straight down the N7 to Cape
Town we have decided to head to the West Coast tomorrow with our first
stop being Elandsbaai (for those non saffas, a bay named after a large
antelope...) Then, taking it really easy for a change, we will wind
our way down the coast via Langebaan to finish up at Cape Point (the
carpark at the restaurant/coffee shop thingy - I have never been
there!) on 31 March at 2pm. Well that's the theory at least! So if
you have a spare moment and want to have a giggle at these two crusty
cyclists, whip out your wild card and pop on down on Saturday. You can
test ride our bikes if you want!

The Big Ride - Africa is nearly finished! Neither of us can believe
it! Next adventure?

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Maun to Windhoek - a test of mental strength! 10 March 2012

We have finally made it to Windhoek, the oasis of civilisation in the world of nothingness that is Namibia!.Ok, before we start getting death threats from any Namibian readers, I mean nothingness in a good way!


The utter remoteness and desolation in Namibia is one of the reasons many people come here. It is amazing when after climbing a slight hill, you look around you and for 360 degrees all you see is the road you're travelling on and bushveld, interrupted by the odd koppie (hill) sticking out of the flat plains.


Namibia does at least have some hills (especially as we neared Winhoek) which allows you these great vistas. Botswana on the other had is so flat, all you ever see is the bush on either side of the road, and if you're lucky you'll spot a bit of wildlife on the road or running across the road to take your mind off the cycling.


The ride from Maun in Botswana to Windhoek in Namibia was challenging in a new type of way for us.. The Africa we are used to cycling through has always been about screaming kids running after us, many villages along the road (where if we lucky we can get a cold Coke), uphills, downhills and other cyclists carrying either passengers or hundreds of kilos of bananas on the back. All of this is great for distracting your from, what can be, the tediousness of the cycling. In Namibia and particularly Botswana, there is none of the above, and so your mind is often focused on your odometer and counting every 10m increment, while you keep thinking to yourself, "are we there yet?".


I think its a combination of unchanging scenery and the lack of the "Coke" stops we've become used to (at least 4 a day usually) that has made the past few days so tough. However at the same time I must say I don't think we particularly miss the screaming kids (the utter lack of them is fantastic) and the fact that there was hardly any traffic on this stretch allowed us to have some lengthy chats. These would cover various topics ranging from how we would solve Africa's problems to how much money I would have to pay James to extract a mug of drinking water from a fresh pile of elephant dung!

 
We found ourselves spending the night mostly in the thick bush, surrounded by hungry jackals and Mosquitos. To get into the bush always requires us to hurdle a barbed wire fence with our bikes and all our kit in between traffic going past, which we have become quite good at but is always a bit frantic. One evening in Botswana we managed to convince the local police chief to let us set up camp at the back of his police station. Unfortunately we had to share this area with a horse and a donkey (tied together with a rope) who were friendly enough but didn't allow us much sleep with their loud eating right next to our tent.


We did manage one or two nights of relative comfort however. The first was a lovely campsite just after the border crossing into Namibia, which had the most lush green grass we have camped on since leaving the UK! And again in the farming town of Gobobis we found a nice campsite overlooking the local water reservoir dam. The great thing about these campsites is that they almost always have a swimming pool, which is the first thing we head for after getting off our bikes.


We have passed through some serious "one horse" towns along this stretch of road. Most of the land in these parts belong to either cattle or game farmers, and in one particular town called Witvlei we even had a cattle auction to keep us entertained while eating our pap & worse (maize meal and good sausage for the non-SA readers).


The people in this area are as varied and interesting as the different birds you see along route. There are the farmers in their big white toyota hilux double-cabs (they all drive exactly the same vehicles) who speed past you at 160kph without a wave. Then there are the indigenous San (bushmen) people who we encounter in the villages who discuss these crazy white boys on bicycles with the clicks and pops in their language, which is a treat to hear! There are also the cowboys on horses who race along with us on the side of the road, as well as the locals here in Namibia who have an accent that sounds like it originates in Mitchell's plain in SA.


When we finally did make it into Windhoek we were pleasantly surprised again by how un-typically African this city is. It's incredible how, just 3km out of the CBD we were still surrounded by hills and bushveld, and at no point did we pass through any slums or squatter camps.


Windhoek itself is a really relaxed city which is just what we needed. We've mostly been chilling out at the Cardboard Box backpackers and catching up with our old friend Heinz (who in fact had his camera stolen from him today unfortunately). But we have also been out and about in the city and stocking up on provisions for the long road south.


For us this is the start of the end, the last leg which at the beginning of the trip seemed like a distant world away that we would never get to. I think this last section is going to be bitter-sweet for both of us. We are really looking forward to seeing our girlfriends, family and friends again as well as all the mod cons and comforts we so miss. But at the same time we realise that possibly the greatest adventure of our lives is drawing to a close...