Camp was a bit somber this morning after yesterday’s events, but today is a new day, the accident was yesterday, and there are still plenty of kms to go to our next camp. Again because of the stomach, I didn’t ride today. I haven’t been able to ride two days in a row for two weeks and I want to make sure that I can ride intoCape Towntomorrow. So, Jacque’s Happy Van loaded up and enjoyed a not so scenic ride to the nextWestern Capecoastal town ofYzerfontein.
Oh – I forgot with all the excitement yesterday, that on a late afternoon beach walk, I saw three dead marine mammals! Probably not the coolest thing for most, but for me it was quite interesting. The first was a large carcass of, I think, a Southern Right Whale. However, I await comments/confirmation from my former colleagues. It was awesome to see the jaw bone and vertebrae; the decaying fluke outline was also barely distinguishable. The second was a recently deceased seal – still fully intact and not picked apart by the seagulls yet. The third was a small whale, species unknown, still bloated with gasses and blood stains out its orifices. Maybe a bit gruesome, but I thought it was the coolest!
Back to the tour… second to last riding day and our last campsite, last soup, last dinner, last breakfast. So many “lasts” and the cameras were documenting it all. All those things that became part of our daily life – washing dishes in the 1, 2, 3 bin system… separating trash into reuse, organics, and Burn baby Burn piles… an afternoon onion based soup… setting up the tents and airing out the damp sleeping mats… looking over the bike for chain/tire/brake issues… hearing the familiar announcements of “Bicycles for the Lunch Truck” or “Open Kitchen” or “Rider Meeting”!
And of course the people… I found myself many times today just sitting back and observing the movement of people around me. Looking into their now familiar faces and trying to remember them way back inCairo. We’ve been through a lot together.
The rider meeting was longer than normal as Sharita described all the events of tomorrow and handed out our 2011 TdA jerseys. The staff went over the top on our final dinner and prepared lobster, mussels, and snook (a fish bought off the boats yesterday). Steve, the driver, finally made his bush bread and bottles of wine complimented the entire meal. After dinner, Bastiaan finally got rid of his infamous broken tent and Tori said farewell to Barbie. They were doused with paraffin and then lit by a flaming arrow shot by Scott. TdA bonfire! The antics continued through the night as a groups found the local bar and then returned to camp to hide bicycles in trees, deflate tires, and ziptie people into/or out of their tents. We were like a group of camp kids on the last day before going home!