Parece que selva y llanura no son terminos que casen bien. La ruta esta diseñada para remontar cualquier pequeña colina y para bajarla de inmediato. La media que puedo hacer aqui es diez kilometros por hora. Bajando no es mucho mejor, porque la bici se embala y con la gravilla del camino, caerse parece lo que procede. Trato de que no lo sea.
14% climbs…. Where falling seems to be obvious. To avoid losing traction on the back Wheel I have to sit on the saddle and push from my kidneys. The trucks take over at a very high speed and I am swallowing a great amount of dust. Dust mixed with sweat sticks on my body and my clothes, a horrible feeling.
When I stop at night, I take off the wet clothes and hang them up to dry. But next day, at 6am, the clothes are still wet and humid. I have to put them on and the feeling is horrible.
I do have some happy moments thanks to the people I bump into, like this girl with almost natural electrified hair. Her hairdo takes three hours but in Africa time is part of their wealth.