Tour d'Afrique 2016:  Adventure, Danger, and Poop

In the spring of 2016, I completed the famed Tour d'Afrique race/expedition that crosses Africa from north to south.  Two years earlier, I had ridden from Sudan in the north to Lilongwe, Malawi, where I stopped because I had a blister on my finger.  You can see my "tour report" of that trip here. 

This time, I started where I left off--Lilongwe--and followed the Tour all the way until its end, in Cape Town, South Africa.  I thus became one of the very few people who has ever bicycled across Africa, or been to Africa, or has heard of Africa. 

Am I proud of my achievement?  I suppose that I am, in a way.  True, I had to be carried the entire way in a hammock.  Yes, I cried a lot.  I peed my pants, and pooped in them, as well, and screamed "Get me out of here!  I hate this!" pretty much all the time, every single day.  So there's that.  But, on the other hand, I got the opportunity to pet a baby giraffe and snuggle up to a baby hippo.  I didn't do either of those things, of course, because those creatures are disgusting and crawling with vermin, and baby giraffes can kill you with their sharpened tails, but the point is:  I was in Africa. 

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