Thursday, 30 June 2011

African saddle sores...

It started so smoothly. As the sun came up we rolled out of the farm near Menengai and floated downhill through the misty morning. There was barely a car in sight. Crossed all the way into the Northern Hemisphere. Could this really be so easy? Luke's route to Eldama Ravine really did seem quite remarkable. After 25km of sheer joy we started on the reality of 25km of sheer uphill. Luke's popularity plummeted. At the Mission we were met by wonderfully kind people and some exuberant cows. One of which slobbered all over my stuff. Day One complete. Not even saddle sore but unable to speak.


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