A pretty common scene at the lunch truck.  In the foreground is ... oh, hell, you don't care.  I mean, you don't know these people. 

Well, okay, whatever . . .  in the foreground is notorious Nazi war criminal Dr. Josef Mengele, who joined us for the Kenya-Malawi segment.  He rode a red Specialized Rockhopper with disc brakes. 

Typically, the lunch truck was placed slightly past the halfway mark of the day's ride.  So, for example, if we were riding 150 km that day, the lunch truck might be at the 80 or 85 km mark.  But since I rode without an odometer, I usually would  get about 3 km down the road before I started imagining that every bush, rock, or thistle in the distance was the lunch truck. 

I never thought I would say this, but:  I will never eat Nutella again.  As God is my witness, I will never eat Nutella again.