Hank's 'downhill'

Famous last words from the Master of Understatement....downhill turned out to be over 40km of uphill struggle....

110km to get through today so we were up at 5:45am greeted by another of Clair's cooked breakfasts...bad luck anyone who was hoping to come home looking a little more sylph-like, we have no chance!

Today we saw more of real Africa - 'Hello buana how are you?', 'I'm fine thank you, how are you?' being the favourite greeting. Eye to eye with black mamba snakes and ominous eagles hovering overhead as we hit the 100km mark. We are over half way now and hoping for more downhill roads (but not Hank's style).

Plenty of sore bits from yesterday's tumbles and we are getting through pots and pots of vaseline to help lubricate sore butts on saddles - Dr Raj tells us it will eventually help to sooth our saddle sores. Hank insists we wear 2 pairs of shorts for extra padding.

We ended up at a lake in the middle of nowhere, set under a starry starry sky. To make up for our exhausting day, we are allowed a lie-in tomorrow so we don't have to be ready to leave until 6:15am.

Tomorrow we head for a beach and cycle 60km off road on sand. We have more footballs to give out and will be stopping at schools supported by African Revival. We're nervous about tomorrow night's accommodation - even Hank has little to say. The most enthusiasm he can muster is that there is a bar across the road.

Off to bed now on a full stomach.....apple crumble and custard courtesy of Claire & Sean. I think the custard is almost as comforting as the vaseline.......Jam Roly Poly possibly tomorrow.