Descent to Madzibango

joined the mountain club. last saturday we went mountain biking. the route took us down a winding red dirt road (~60km) deep into the bush and down the Chikwawa escarpment to a place called Madzibango- literally woods near the water

anticipating a beautiful, spring morning ride, i arrived at the predetermined meeting place, ready to go at 7am. lo, and behold, around the corner came my co-riders... a collection of 7 absurdly fit ex-pats, all orthopedic surgeons or some other form of medical god, and all armed with camelbacks and more suspension than i knew was possible. average height: 6'2''

the ride was absolutely stunning, which i know only because whenever i felt like i was too exhausted to go on i would stop and pretend to be absorbing the view.

and being last in a chain of sweaty azungu (white people, remember?) had its advantages. word spreads fast in tiny bush villages, so by the time i passed through the entire village population had gathered along the road shouting and cheering me on, and a swarm of barefoot children chased me until i pedaled past the last clay hut.

all in all a great day. but by the end of the ride it was 1:30pm, and 42degrees C.

check out the mountain club website: http://www.mcm.org.mw/index.php



the (back) route to Madzibango