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One Tough Cookie




A nasty separated shoulder injury doesn’t stop Carla White of Calgary, Alberta from cycling the tough off-road sections in Tanzania.

Carla received the One Tough Cookie Award on tour and she tells us why, “Our second last day off-road was SUPER difficult with heaps of deep sandy sections. No one likes those. A lot of people had fallen off their bikes that day and came back to camp a little more banged up. Sharita had just passed me in her truck, filled my water bottles and was heading back to give water to some of the riders still behind me. Her departing words as she drove off were ‘be careful’.



No more than ten minutes later I hit a sandy patch and launched myself off my bike and into a pile of dirt. I lay there for a while. Hot, exhausted, angry at my bike, the day and that damn sand…” read the full story here

http://www.carlabikesafrica.com/


Photos by Carla White

Posted March 29, 2012 by Guest Author
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We love Tanzania!




When travelling through a country there are a few things that will determine whether you enjoy your experience or not. These include the scenery, the weather, the food, the locals, the infrastructure etc. Thus far, on this year’s trip, we have been treated to a wide range of all of these and where one country has more of one aspect, others are in the lead in another but give and take every country has had its highlights and lowlights.



Sudan’s landscapes were beautifully lunar and desolate, its people friendly but shy. Unfortunately a few cases of theft left a sour taste in the mouth for some riders. Ethiopia was spectacular, with mountain ranges, fields of gold, fruit juice and coffee and the sheer feeling of travelling through time that made this a special place. However, the continuous fear of being pelted with stones or of a donkey or a child walking in front of your bike meant many people will look back on this visit with a twinge of relief to have left the country. Kenya was beautiful with landscapes varying from desert to lush crops and traditional dress brightening up any road we passed through. The extremely tough riding on roads made for 4x4s and not bicycles meant not many people got to really experience all the beauty that surrounded them.



Enter Tanzania and it seems as though lowlights are non-existent here. Sure, we were lucky not to have any rain to speak of which meant the off road riding took place on quality hard-packed roads. Mud was at a minimum making the truck drivers, bike mechanics, medics and riders happy campers. The temperatures were hot but not unbearable and the landscapes were incredible. We travelled through lush rain forests, past sunflowers fields and maize crops, over mountains that provided us with views into eternity and went on safari in age-old craters and plains. The one thing that has stood out head and shoulders above any other country though, has been the locals. Gone are the continuous hassling because you’re a tourist, gone are the children trying to hit your head with a rock and everyone else staring at you with nothing but suspicion. Countless times riders passed through a village to be welcomed by school children lining the road and cheering them on. Locals have showed riders to the best place to have a cup of Chai or to find a cold Coke and some have even been serenaded.



Tanzania has been beautiful but it wouldn’t have been half as memorable if it wasn’t for the thousands of smiles that greeted us all along the route. All we can say is ‘Thank you Tanzania’. We will remember you forever with great fondness.

But now, on to Malawi!

  -- Catharina Robbertze

Posted March 28, 2012 by Guest Author
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Half way there




From Kenya to Tanzania

We’ve been in Tanzania for just about six days now, but for a change the majority of these days have not been spent on our bikes and in tents but in luxurious lodges and on the back of safari vehicles.



After crossing the border from Kenya – one of the easiest crossings so far – we made our way to Arusha through lush green grass fields in the shadows of Mt Kilimanjaro and Mt Meru. The riding took place mostly on pristine pavement with just enough climbs to keep you interested in working hard and enjoying the downhills. Spectators next to the road ranged between friendly children greeting you with a “Karibu” or “Jambo” and a few uninterested zebras, ostriches and kudu.

Though we only spent one week less in Kenya than we did in Ethiopia, the Kenyan experience seem to have flown by. For some reason it is difficult to distinguish specific days and events in Kenya with the bus ride in northern Kenya and the visit to Nairobi the only things standing out. Except for that this country seems to have flown by in a blur of lava rock, heat, dust and ugali and meat.



Arriving in Tanzania it was once again apparent how a simple border crossing can be the cause of such a big chance in scenery and atmosphere… where Kenya felt much wilder, Tanzania seems touristier and well aware of the beauty they have been blessed with.

Donating bikes to Women in Action



Upon arrival in Arusha the fourth bike donation of the tour took place as 20 bikes were donated to Women in Action (WIA).

WIA started with 16 women who in 1993 wanted to address the HIV/Aids pandemic in their community and support the women and children who were most impacted by the disease. Since its creation they have helped more than 4800 individuals by providing home-based care, village and community banking facilities. They have worked tirelessly to empower the women and youth of their villages in order to educate the general community about the disease and its consequences and to protect those children who are already suffering because of it.

The bikes donated to them will mostly be used by their volunteer educators and home-based care counsellors to access their beneficiaries and provide educational programmes in the broader Arusha community.



Let’s go!

After three days of doing nothing but resting everyone is ready to hit the road again and ready to take on the second half of their epic journey. Arusha marks the official halfway mark of TdA and though these rest days were much needed everyone is itching to head further south.



Tanzania seems like an unexplored wilderness at the moment and the next eight days promises to be rough and dirty all the way to Mbeya. The rainy clouds are collecting overhead and readying to turn the waiting gravel roads into muddy paths that will certainly be the cause of much joy and grief all at once.


  -- Catharina Robbertze

Posted March 22, 2012 by Guest Author
Tanzania
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The Ferry to the Sudan




When boarding the ferry between Aswan, Egypt and Wadi Halfa, Sudan a few days ago most riders were ready to say goodbye to the craziness that is Egypt and head for quieter shores. There was one last hurdle to overcome before they could to that though… getting onto the ferry and making your way across Lake Nasser is an experience in itself and something to write home about any day of the week.



The ferry only runs once per week and it seems everybody in Aswan wants to be on it. It is scheduled to leave at 2pm but it is quite normal for it to only depart at 7pm. Saying that, to make sure you get a space, especially when you’re travelling in a group of more than 50 people with bicycles for every one of them, you have to be on board by 11am and play the waiting game for the rest of the day. Even this is not simple though and it took a lot of shouting, shoving, pushing and being pushed to make sure everyone’s things are on board and we’re all accounted for.




Nevertheless, everyone claimed a spot for themselves for the next two days, making themselves comfortable for the show that was about to unfold before them. For the next 8 hours the ferry was loaded and loaded some more. Whenever you thought that has to be it, there can’t possibly be any more space on board, another person arrived with anything from a refrigerator to a queen size mattress arrives and somehow manages to find a space in the already crowded vessel. Riders were entertained endlessly as they looked down on the show from the deck.



Every time you went downstairs from the deck you had to squeeze past more people and clamber over more things that were stowed everywhere. You also had to get someone to look after your space whenever you left because when you returned chances that someone else took your place was pretty high.



Navigating at night was a whole new adventure as people slept everywhere, under stairs, on top of tug rope, inside lifeboats and in passage ways and every now and again you’d feel the soft squish as you stepped on someone’s leg or tummy. As we eventually set off into the sunset we had to make our way downstairs a few times in order to fill out one emigration form after the other but eventually all was done and we could curl up in our sleeping bags for a night under the stars.



Arriving in Wadi Halfa the unloading process was a lot more civilised. Whether this was because we waited for all the locals to unload first before we attempted it or whether things in Sudan are just more relaxed and happens at a slower pace is still a mystery but the most important thing was that all of us were safely in Sudan and ready for the next stage of TDA 2012.


   -- Catharina Robbertze

Posted January 27, 2012 by Guest Author
Tanzania
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Kendra Ryan




TDA 2011 rider Kendra Ryan took some nice photos of her time along the Masai Steppe section.

Check them out here.

Posted April 06, 2011 by Tour d'Afrique Ltd.
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Masai Steppe




The last 8 days of the Tour d’Afrique 2011 have been exhausting. The new route from Arusha to Mbeya is spectacular, but not easy. 

Out of the 950 km ridden, only 200 were paved, and the rain was refreshing on us but bad on the roads. The GPS on the truck recognized the road and adviced us on its screen:  “road not recommended”.  Well, we can only recommend it, on the bicycles it was lots of fun.  Very little traffic, a few villages and farms, a beautiful game reserve, friendly locals and lots of green made it all worth it.

Everyone had their biggest tires on their bicycles. Rain, mud, gravel, sand, climbs, heat and cold were pushing almost 100 people to their limits.  Trucks got stuck, every single brake pad got worn, EFIs (2) got lost, but everyone rolled into camp happy and safe on the last stage of one of the hardest sections of the Tour, the Masai Steppe.

The last day of this stretch, into Mbeya, with a long climb up to 2476 meters under a sunny sky was absolutely beautiful, but riders considered it harder than the Blue Nile Gorge climb, in Ethiopia.

After a rest day in Mbeya, the tour goes into Malawi. Right now, washing lines and computers online are all over the camp, as always on rest days. Riders are happy to be back on the tarmac, and can’t wait to step on the sand of the magnificent Lake Malawi, only a few days ahead.

The Tour d’Afrique 2011 keeps rolling!

    -- Cristiano Werneck


Posted March 27, 2011 by Tour d'Afrique Ltd.
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Meet the TDA staff - Gabe




Gabriel Altman, bicycle mechanic

Ninety three bicycles. One hundred and eighty six wheels. Three hundred and seventy two brake pads, and so it goes.  To keep everyone’s bicycles rolling in places where it’s nearly impossible to get spares is the responsibility of two men on the Tour d’Afrique 2011 - Gabriel Altman and Martin Wuambua. Today you will be introduced to Gabriel, or Gabe which is how we call our good friend, whose birthday we celebrated a couple of nights ago.


Gabe was born in Long Island, New York, and got his first bicycle at the age of 4. He commuted by bicycle to work and school for a long time and he was studying Horticultural Science (in 2001) when he met the guys of Team Florida, the University of Florida Racing Team. After his first ride with them, it became an addiction. Gabe started to ride his bike every day, became a member of the team and, as he says, it did not take long until his garage was full of bicycles and had “a million bicycle tools”.

Since he was always hanging out at the bike shop helping the mechanics, in 2002 he got hired for his first job as a bike mechanic.  Except for one year when he worked on a “real job” (as he puts it), he’s been a bike mechanic ever since.

It was Megan O’Brian (TDA 2011 rider) who told Gabe about the Tour d’Afrique  7 months before the Tour started. After hearing everything about it, he applied for the job the next morning and, a few months later, he got a phone call letting him know that he would soon be flying to Africa.

Posted March 25, 2011 by Tour d'Afrique Ltd.
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Single Speed




In the event that any of our riders were not feeling worn down and half broken by this point in the tour, Mike, our new temporary bike mechanic may have just added salt to the wound.

He wasn’t the one who chose our rainy off road route, with pond sized puddles, sand pits and steep gravel climbs, no.  He did however decide, against all sanity and rationality, to leave his mountain bike at home and rip the muddiest off road section of the tour on his steel single speed cruiser.  Hard core.  You might be picturing him now, bumping and bouncing off his saddle, walking up the climbs and staggering into camp amongst the last dozen or so riders,  which indeed would be a fair assumption.  The reality is that young Michael, not even riding with knobby or remotely fat tires, not only rides at the front of the race pack, but actually won the stage the other day.  Worthy of much respect and recognition?  Absolutely.   Do I reckon that Michael should ride the full tour next year, setting a world record on a single speed?  Yes I do.

Martin, our full tour bike mechanic, introduced Michael to the TDA as well as to the organization he helped set up, called Wheels of Africa. Both based out of Nairobi, Martin teaches road safety and mechanics to kids and adults and is working on bringing more mechanics like Michael into this kind of work.


With the dirt and mud of the off road, the TDA bike shop has seen its share of worn out brake pads and shifting problems, but none as tragic as the injury suffered by Black Mamba his week.  Black Mamba is the name of Michael’s bike of course, which now rests in peace with a sizable crack in its frame.  Will this stop him?  Not in the slightest.  Where there’s a welder, there’s a way.  Borrowing another bike for the remainder of the week, Michael  continues to push the pace right the way into Mbeya.  

    -- Adele Woodyard

Posted March 24, 2011 by Adele Woodyard
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Coconut Ginger Fish




James (the chef who joined us from Cairo to Nairobi) wrote a great blog about the amount of food we all eat on TDA. We are about 100 people right now, and keeping everyone happily fed is quite a mission, specially on stretches like the one where we are now. It’s hard to find fresh ingredients, and  when we find them, they are either not enough, not good, or neither. That makes it a pleasant challenge to try to treat everyone with nice food when they least expect it.

James is pretty good at it, and Kim (not forgetting about Ferdie and Steve) has been spoiling us in many different ways. Just yesterday, Robert Tindle’s 67 birthday, as we were sitting and chopping by the kitchen, I noticed her and Sharita playing around with something different. We usually don’t have desserts, but they were planning something different. There was some custard going on, and some other fancy looking sweet dish, a pudding. In Moyale, a tortilla almost did everyone burst in tears.

So I had to ask Kim for one of the delicious recepies that she prepared for us something she did in a day when there was nothing around.

 
Coconut Ginger Fish

·         Butter
·         Grated Ginger
·         Diced Chili Peppers
·         Coconut Milk
·         Salt
·         Pepper
·         Nile Perch

Heat butter in a large pot. Add ginger and chili peppers and simmer over low heat. Add coconut milk and continue to simmer. Add one layer one boneless perch fillets (liquid should be enough to cover fish completely).
Flip fish part way through cooking , and when fish is fully cooked remove from heat. Serve over rice. Voila!!!

So, this is how we eat around here.
 


   -- Cristiano Werneck

Posted March 24, 2011 by Tour d'Afrique Ltd.
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I'm home!




We’ve all ridden bikes before, we’ve all camped before and perhaps even travelled once or twice before.  So, what makes this so special?

“Honey!  I’m home!” Yells Shuresh as he pulls into camp.  Directed at no one in particular, yet everyone laughs at that all too familiar feeling of rolling into camp to a dozen familiar faces.

There are close to 100 of us, not any one of us knowing another before the start.  Everything we had in common with our friends back home has nothing to do with our new life on tour.  Everything you had defined yourself by at home is now gone.  Your home, your job, your friends, your fancy cloths and your free time.  You favourite foods, your bedroom, your Sunday mornings and your Saturday nights, they’re all gone.  It’s just you, whatever is left that is you, your bare necessities stuffed into 2 dusty old sacks and 100 strangers.

A motly crew to start and now, a family.  Like it or not, like a ship that never ports, the SS TDA trugs on leaving none behind.  Like it or not, everyone is looking out for you ,and whether you’ll admit to liking it or not, you really care about all the other chickens in the coup more and more each day.

Resembling any large extended family, there are brothers and sisters, twins you could even say, there are cousins and aunts and uncles of sorts, all woven together in the TDA family tree.  Everyone sits down to dinner together, tries to remain civil, yet inevitably, like any circling of kids around the table, the conversation winds up in the gutter.   Sigh.  As if packed into horizontal bunkbeds, the nattering and teasing carries on from tent to tent well past sunset.  Pranks are pulled, stories are told and day by day these 100 strangers, although still strange, are now what we call home.
 

   -- Adele Woodyard

Posted March 23, 2011 by Adele Woodyard
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