Day three-near Hurghada
136kms...
Today was many shades of brilliant with a few
shades of terrible. We have been incredibly blessed with weather, the forces are
conspiring to get us all to Capetown as quickly as possible with tailwinds three
days straight. I successfully changed and patched my tires into submission
yesterday and they cooperated beautifully today, so I made up some race time
which eased my conscious. Anxiety is contagious around camp and so much of our
stress is false. It is almost comforting to stress about small controllable
pieces of our day ignoring the wild variability of the larger picture. So we do
in large groups. Today was much the same scenery as yesterday, equally as
contrasting left to right. The terrible part came in the form of a
psychologically disturbed Bedouin. I had met him earlier and noticed that he was
unusual, but he seemed harmless to me at the time. He later lunged and pushed
Shona into oncoming traffic, she bounced off a truck and 'luckily' fell to the
other side. Had she fallen on the traffic side, she very likely would have been
seriously injured, as it was she had deep bruising physically and emotionally.
She is recovering from both admirably, such an incredibly strong woman. It
highlights how vulnerable we all are and how we are at the mercy of so many as
cyclists...and how many people take care of us along the way to prevent this
harm.
No comments:
Post a Comment