I’ve been asked if I’d do this trip again, my answer, “Not in a million years!”  

However would I recommend this trip to others, absolutely.  

Every experience, from meeting the 60 other crazy individuals in Cairo, riding away from the pyramids, desert crossings of Egypt and Sudan, that crazy ferry trip across Lake Nasser into Sudan. Suffering through the Dinder debacle, unanimously reffered to as The Dinder Fucking National Park of Shit (thanks Erin). Dodging and not so luckily connecting with the millions of stones thrown at us in Ethiopia as we cycled up and down the mountains there. Northern Kenya and trying to cycle over a lava rock desert. Endless sunsets and a glass of cask wine. Milkshakes in the few modern cities, hot cokes in the desert. smiles from our friends as we rode together and waves from villages as they looked on in surprise. dirt roads and endless tarmac. The lake of Malawi, and its annoying mosquitos, aka my stint with malaria. Zambia and the snakes and bush camps. Victoria Falls in full rage (the water was high). Elephants on the side of the road in Botswana. James the cooks never ending stew. The colour of the scenery in Namibia, it really was pink and purple! and the endless rain in South Africa as we cycled towards the finish. The final day and sunshine and gathering in view of Table Mountain to end this crazy adventure we had started together. Smiling, a tear or two and loads of hugs as we finished the 2010 tour d'afrique

It's time to go home now and luxuriate in the feeling of everything we left behind to do this. Family, friends, our homes.

Thanks for reading our adventure, thanks for sharing every sweaty mile with us.

Patrick