There have been two occasions where I heard a banshee screaming: the first was in Avatar (IMAX version), the second was today when we cycled past the lunch stop in Kasra.
Today, Thursday, the penultimate day for Johann & I in the Freedom Challenge Race Across South Africa. Appropriately it started in the dark at Montagu, icy winds through McGregor, a missed wagon track resulting in an hour long bush whacking session and the last 30km was into a headwind, also in the dark. Fifteen hours in the saddle.
Our integration back into society has begun. Cycling on a tar road; through a prison; next to a high voltage step-up station (size of four rugby fields).
At some point during a meandering downhill we passed the point which marked the beginning of the last one-hundred kilometers of the race. So much to contemplate. The distance covered. The vistas seen. The changes in weather and forms of precipitation cycled through. People who have allowed us into their houses and lives in passing. The solitude. The one-minded focus of achieving the goal of reaching the next checkpoint. But first there is tomorrow.
Tomorrow is Stetteynskloof. Then its over.