Happy Easter! A Sunday morning radio program, blaring away at 0530 this morning, reminded camp that it was Easter. Otherwise we have lost sense of days of the week, dates, and times; these outside world reminders are needed!
Actually, our day started much earlier. An approaching thunderstorm kicked up the wind at about 0400, waking half the camp from heavy sleeps induced by tired legs. The booming thunder and bolts of lightning followed and I laid in my tent counting the number of seconds between sound and light. The options were to lie in the tent for another 45 minutes and then inevitably break camp in the rain OR get up 45 minutes early but stay dry. I opted for the second (as did several other people) and had my bags packed at the foot of the vans before they were open for business. I sat under the tarp doing my morning pranayama and meditation before joining the Old Man Coffee Club (the group of retired men plus young Adam who can´t ever sleep past 0430). It was actually a peaceful way to start the day. I will miss the morning banter and bicycle conversation of my TdA family.
In an effort to bring more balance to these final weeks of TdA, I am opting to ride more half days so I am not totally knackered at the end of the day. I enjoy having more energy to teach yoga, read, and help out in the kitchen. So, I rode the lunch truck, helped the short-handed staff (due to another malaria casualty) set up lunch, and then rode a peaceful 70km into the town of Ghanzi.