This morning started with a short road transfer through Choma. Rather than ride 140km to Lake Kariba (a challenge for even the most experienced cyclists) we began our day with “undulating flats” that led to some of the most beautiful scenery we’ve seen so far. The hills and forests between Choma and Lake Kariba are lush and green with incredible views for miles around. Long long downhill sections made the ride even more fun and provided cyclists with a chance to get out of their saddles and rest their tired bums.
The closer one gets to Lake Kariba the closer together the villages along the rode side become. As the villagers see us ride by, they run to the rode to wave and say “hello”. I can’t blame the large groups for running to see us. How silly must we look in our spandex and matching jerseys? It is not uncommon for groups of children to chase us down the roads, but there is never any sense that they want anything more than to be near us and ask us where we’re going.
After a long day of tar roads, we lunched at our turnoff for Lake Kariba. From there on out it was dirt roads full of sand and rocks and people and cars . . . It’s a busy dirt road. From cow traffic to large trucks, there were many challenges for this last 30km, especially after having already cycled 80km on tar roads before lunch.
Our evening campsite is on the shores of Lake Kariba, where African sunsets erase the pain of a day’s cycling, bush buck and goats wander through our “dining room” and the call of the Chembe (fish eagle) tells you, “you are in Africa”.