Hardest part of the morning:
Getting out of Bed.
Followed by arguably the best part of the day:
Stars from horizon to horizon. Black moon. No lights. No clouds.
Arc of light generated by my renewable energy source (dynamo hub that powers the light as the wheel turns). ‘whirring’ as the wheel softly crunches onto the hard gravel road. Gradually a lightness develops over the eastern horizon and soon encompasses the mountains with an amber glow. This is the highlight of my day.
Then the wind started. Head wind. Not gusty, merely a constant force in one’s face.
After two weeks of the routine of getting up and cycling all day, small changes are quickly noticed. For example: smelling diesal fumes and the noise cars make as they fly past. I have been apart from stimuli such as those for long enough to grow unaccustomed to them and it is a nice position to be in.
Another observation: for two weeks I have been spending eleven plus hours of daylight and a few hours of starlight cycling through constantly changing scenery. Experiencing great hospitality and sharing. This truly is a beautiful country. But then it is my home – so I may be biased.
This is me signing out from somewhere north of Somerset West.
KZN, South Africa.
“Remembering that you are going to die is the best way I know to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose” (Steve Jobs 1955-2011).