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 |
proud of you, little sister. and not just for keeping up with the hyper-hydrated ex-pat medical gods. we missed you yesterday (thanksgiving). xoxo
ReplyDeleteSo you deny your loyal readers the pictures of these absurdly fit expats?
ReplyDeleteand i've been complaining about teaching three spin classes in one day...
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