April 15, 2025
My last riding day before Windhoek, boxing up my bike and killing time before my Friday flight home, began with a thunderclap. This followed the lightning strikes and driving rain as I wheeled my bike to the highway for the 118 kilometer ride to our next campsite. At times the headwinds made progress dwindle to near zero and the rain stung the sunburnt areas of my neck and face. This continued for the first hour of riding until settling in for a steady drizzle in hour two. This was followed by mixed sunshine and a steady headwind with occasional strong gusts. Every kilometer seemed like an uphill grind. Lunch stop came at kilometer 85 and I was never so glad to see it.
The rest of the ride went better with only some heavy traffic to contend with as I passed through the busy town of Gobabiis. Tonight is my last camping night and I am hoping for it to be dry but I hear the rumble of thunder in the distance. I’ll have to settle for thinking dry thoughts while nursing a wet beer and watching an unusual turtle work his way past me.
