Tour d'Afrique - Cairo to Cape Town by Bike

We travelled south along a major shipping route from Ethiopia's capital toward Somalia and Djibouti, but managed to keep out of harm's way. At one point we were travelling faster than the congested traffic and a European gentleman inquired out the window as we passed where we were headed. He laughed and started taking pictures of us when we replied "Cape Town." Too funny.

We had a couple of camps on some lakes where we saw a variety of wildlife including Cranes that stood nearly 1.5m tall and had the most amazing wing span! I also saw an ostrich and lots of other unique wildlife along the way. What a difference it was to be travelling and camping beside lakes after all of the arid conditions we have travelled through.

We moved into the lush hills where we were climbing again in amongst banana trees and broad leaved, very green bush. Days became hotter once again and evenings ceased to cool off with all of the humidity in the area holding the heat. Unfortunately, we had another rider-local accident where a little girl ran out in front of a particularly contentious rider of ours. Both were okay, but sustained some cuts and bruises. The bike's front wheel taco-ed and his helmet was...well
ceased to be useful. Our medic went quickly into action and our Ethiopian staff member was translating to tell the little girl what the medic was doing and telling the girl's father what was happening.

One day, our scenery began with the lush green that we had become accustomed to, then suddenly changed to coniferous forest that reminded me of Northern Ontario in Canada, then suddenly to dry, arid,
scrubby desert all within our 120km ride! As Ethiopia drew to a close, the condition of the road became worse and worse. In places, the area of the potholes exceeded that of the remaining pavement. The pavement quality was diminishing such that my 1.25" slicks at 100psi were no longer rolling efficiently over the rough surface. On our third-last day in Ethiopia, I decided to give up on the pavement and
tried the parallel dirt road that suddenly appeared. I had a blast rolling quickly over this rough yet far more entertaining surface where I was dodging sand pits, cattle, camels, rocks, locals, thorn patches and other obstacles. I was keeping up with some other riders that were sticking to the rough pavement dodging and jumping potholes. The other joy of this was that I knew that it was going to be my last
day on my Cannondale.

I decided that the crack was just getting too big on my frame, it tended to fish-tail a bit once I got over 60km/h and it was getting stupendously noisy! In Yabello, I moved all of my components over to the frame and fork of Henry Gold (tour founder; what an honour!) that we have been carrying with us as an extra. The advantage being that I could ride without fear of my frame breaking catastrophically, the disadvantage being that we were heading into 6 of the rougher days of the tour on a straight-tubed, thick-walled, rigid aluminum bike (i.e.
no suspension). It took some getting used to since it is a completely different geometry than I am used to (it is a touring frame and mine is a stretched out racing geometry), but I am still riding and it fits me reasonably well so I am pretty lucky and happy to have it!

Crossing the border into Kenya meant a number of things: moving over to the left side of the road where we will stay until Cape Town,
bidding farewell to pavement for a while, bidding farewell to crowds and rock-throwing, but also bidding farewell to a beautiful country with some very friendly people. The riding started fast, but slowed down once the corrugations became more violent, the winds turned against us, the heat increased and the sand-storms began; it was awesome! The day into Marsabit was particularly tough and took me
just shy of 7 hours to complete. What a rewarding day to complete! Needless to say, my wrists enjoyed the rest having rattled over the terrain without suspension.

My SpinSkins have been working out great and Northern Kenya was great proof. I was not able to fit my large rear tire in my borrowed frame so I was lent a smaller one that would fit. My front tire with the SpinSkins had no problems at all even though the volcanic rock was shredding the exterior of the tire. The back tire without the Kevlar strip in it did not bode as well and I pinch-flatted five times in
four days on the rough stuff (even at 80psi; lose some weight Andrew!). Two of those were in the >45°C heat of the day into Marsabit.

Camping in Marsabit National Park was great as we had baboons playing above our tents and elephants strolling through our site. I managed to avoid the falling primate feces until just as we were leaving; almost too lucky.

The next three days saw us along more rough corrugations, but the scenery was absolutely stunning! Mountainous terrain with light climbing, fun downhills and of course the beautifully decorated Samburu people along the way. The colours that these people wear is absolutely amazing and the effort that goes into their bead work and piercings is astounding!

Reading National Geographic articles about bare-breasted African tribes people seems like something that would be off the beaten track; however the rough road from Moyale to Isiolo seems to be off this track enough. The scenery, the wildlife and the decorations of the people made me feel like I was living in a magazine. Just amazing.

Though I am a mountain biker and enjoy being off the tarmac, I must say that it was a great feeling to hit tar in Isiolo. After averaging less than 20km/h over a day of pushing, cruising easily at 25km/h felt surreal. To top it off, we found some fridges and freezers stocked with yogurt and ice cream. The population also exploded once we left "bandit territory" that surrounds the rough roads so our quiet, starry bush camps had expired.

We had a luxurious few days of riding into Nairobi, with riding times dropping, average speeds sky-rocketing, camping becoming far more luxurious and most of all treated to some amazing views of Mt. Kenya, Africa's 2nd highest peak. I can't wait to come back and climb that one; it is beautiful!

In Nanyuki, we had our half-way and equator-crossing toga party. I am very proud to say that I was awarded "best toga" for my olive wreath, silk toga (good ol' sleep sheet) and of course Salomon tights. Crossing the equator early the next morning was a cool experience, however 300m into the southern hemisphere I blew a side wall in my
rear tire. Once I realized that I was not being shot at, a staff member lent me his tire for the rest of the day.

Riding into Nairobi on my birthday was a fun experience. I was stunned by how developed the city is! It was somewhat unfortunate to see some lavish infrastructure (beautifully tended lawns, intricate architecture, fountains centre piecing traffic circles, etc.) considering the condition of the road that lead us from the Ethiopian border. Apparently the three tribes of the northern area have never had a representative in parliament and have not had their voices heard. Not being a man of politics, I will leave the facts as I have heard them there.

Being the conclusion of the third section of the race, the awards were distributed and I received the "How many other ways can I think of to
destroy a bike" award. What an honour. I guess after three bent chain links, a cracked derailleur pulley, a jimmied seat post, a pile of pinch flats (none with SpinSkins), a cracked frame, a bent chain ring and two blown tire side walls, I had it coming to me.

Unfortunately, I was also bit by the birthday bug and like many others on this trip fell ill that night. To keep a gruesome story short, I was fine until about 9:00pm, then went to bed because I just wasn't feeling right. I was up more than ten times during the night (who really keeps count after that?) with both diarrhea and vomiting. I was amazed at how much liquid my body could contain! I was
disappointed that I was not healthy enough to look around Nairobi (and of course was not able to update this website), but was happy that I did not have to ride a bike.

Luckily, a press conference was held at our camp for a couple of reasons: Douglas Sidialo who is a blind Kenyan rider going from Cairo to Cape Town on a tandem spoke. His sponsor Nestle showed up and set up an impressive display of banners and samples. Many people gave speeches promoting Douglas' various causes ranging from the UN Safer cities program, promoting disabled athletes the power of sport in Africa.

I also got to witness the first presentation of bicycles from the Tour d'Afrique Foundation! This presentation was to two women's groups within Nairobi that will use the bikes to further their ability to provide health care to women in their area. There were thank-you speeches from the women as well as a thank-you song from some children who live in the area. Very precious!

Our exit from Nairobi was lead by a group of 25 or so inline skaters and roller skaters promoting a "Stop Malaria" movement sponsored by a new Belgian rider of ours. They were all over the street, hanging onto our support vehicles, doing tricks and making a lot of noise drowning out the din of Nairobi's morning traffic.

The two riding days away from Nairobi were beautiful and some highlights were some vigorous native dancing and drumming at our lunch stop (just awesome!), travelling through the famous Masai country, crossing into Tanzania and of course being treated to some clouded views of the stunningly massive Mt. Kilimanjaro! Though my health is taking its time returning making the 140km days in the heat difficult, the scenery and the smiling support of people along the road is enough to get me through.

Here I sit in Arusha which feels like the tourism capital of Africa right now. We have three rest days here so I am taking full advantage and am doing a three-day safari through Serengeti National Park and the Ngorongoro Crater where I will see a world of wildlife only
familiar in magazines and on TV screens to me before. I can't explain my excitement to witness savage Africa!

Once back on the bike, bring on the rainy season mud of the Dodoma road!

# posted by Andrew @ 3/14/2007 12:54:00 p.m.