Me, A Bike & A Gaggle Of Goats

October 25, Day 451

I naturally wake up before 6 am. I’m supposed to get up early and go for a long bike ride outside, but it looks like it’s going to rain.

Get up and go outside to breathe the fresh air. Try to give Olive his medicine, but he climbs behind a tree and pukes 3 times instead.

He does that sometimes. Dogs do that. Hopefully he’s fine and just ate something funky.

Go inside make breakfast and brew coffee while I charge my phone. For some reason, my phone doesn’t recognize my charging cord today and won’t charge. I’m thinking maybe this “authentic” charger I bought in Gabs isn’t so authentic.

Luckily enough, I had a hunch that it might die and ordered another charger on Amazon and had Claire bring it with her to Amsterdam in September. So, I run into the other room and swap it out with the new charger.

The sun comes out and it doesn’t look like it will rain anymore, so I decide to do my bike ride after all.

I’ll be riding deep into the desert bush today, so I need lots of water in case I blow a tire and become stranded.

Pack up 10 bottles of water, a PB&J sandwich and an apple into my backpack. Put on sunscreen and change into biking gear.

Lock up the house and hop on my bike.

It’s just me, my bike and the goats on this road. It’s glorious and freeing!

This road is a long, flat road with absolutely nothing near it until you get to the South African border post, 25 kilometers away.

The only landmark is a landfill, and then it’s just trees, bush and animals.

Volunteers are not allowed to leave their village this week because of elections. So, I ride 20 kilometers just outside of the next village and then turn around.

It sure is hot today, but this ride is great. I used to go on long bike rides when I lived in New York City and needed to escape. I would ride across the George Washington Bridge and into New Jersey and ride along the water through the woods and feel free of the city craziness.

I miss those rides.

Do about 40 km. Ride home.

Go inside work on Peace Corps newsletter for a bit. Do yoga and stretch to work up a sweat again since I only have cold water.

Take a cold shower. Man that feels good!

Munch on cheas naks while Olive stalks me, hoping for a bite.

Sit on the front porch and read for a while.

Watch the sunset.

Go inside and make a veggie burger and salad for dinner.

Read.

Watch a movie.

Head to bed.

Boroko 🌝

The long road ahead

Milky white arms before my entire body was burned

Just me, some trash and the goats out here

Family field trip

No I won’t give you one, Olive

Reading on the porch

Is it going to rain today?

Stunning sunset

Dinna

I naturally wake up before 6 am. I’m supposed to get up early and go for a long bike ride outside, but it looks like it’s going to rain.

Get up and go outside to breathe the fresh air. Try to give Olive his medicine, but he climbs behind a tree and pukes 3 times instead.

He does that sometimes. Dogs do that. Hopefully he’s fine and just ate something funky.

Go inside make breakfast and brew coffee while I charge my phone. For some reason, my phone doesn’t recognize my charging cord today and won’t charge. I’m thinking maybe this “authentic” charger I bought in Gabs isn’t so authentic.

Luckily enough, I had a hunch that it might die and ordered another charger on Amazon and had Claire bring it with her to Amsterdam in September. So, I run into the other room and swap it out with the new charger.

The sun comes out and it doesn’t look like it will rain anymore, so I decide to do my bike ride after all.

I’ll be riding deep into the desert bush today, so I need lots of water in case I blow a tire and become stranded.

Pack up 10 bottles of water, a PB&J sandwich and an apple into my backpack. Put on sunscreen and change into biking gear.

Lock up the house and hop on my bike.

It’s just me, my bike and the goats on this road. It’s glorious and freeing!

This road is a long, flat road with absolutely nothing near it until you get to the South African border post, 25 kilometers away.

The only landmark is a landfill, and then it’s just trees, bush and animals.

Volunteers are not allowed to leave their village this week because of elections. So, I ride 20 kilometers just outside of the next village and then turn around.

It sure is hot today, but this ride is great. I used to go on long bike rides when I lived in New York City and needed to escape. I would ride across the George Washington Bridge and into New Jersey and ride along the water through the woods and feel free of the city craziness.

I miss those rides.

Do about 40 km. Ride home.

Go inside work on Peace Corps newsletter for a bit. Do yoga and stretch to work up a sweat again since I only have cold water.

Take a cold shower. Man that feels good!

Munch on cheas naks while Olive stalks me, hoping for a bite.

Sit on the front porch and read for a while.

Watch the sunset.

Go inside and make a veggie burger and salad for dinner.

Read.

Watch a movie.

Head to bed.

Boroko 🌝

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