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What lies ahead of me, my journey through the middle kingdom, the 3rd biggest country, a civilisation shroud in mystic and secrecy? For hundreds of years being surrounded by the hoards of barbarians all trying to get into their land. A civilisation going back for thousands of years and a culture that has managed to survive against all odds. The mistakes of the past 60 years of communism have really shown, but china has bounced back and its economic boom has begun. With this has...

Into the sea

Friday, 17 October 2008 After 100 days on the road the final sunrise of the journey was slowly edging its way across the sky, splashing colour into the drab dusk, burning away the morning chill in the sea air. I remember standing in front of the estuary at Kosi Bay and briefly thanking John for the months of dedication that he had put in seeing that we remained hydrated and fed on the road. There was a quiet rise of emotional feeling beginning to build up,...

Zululand and on

Tuesday, 07 October 2008 Since Durban we have had a mental battle trying to keep focused and dragging our bodies day after day along the north coast freeways, zig-zagging between busy roads all heading up north to the border, dodging flying pieces of sugar cane, taxis and fighting the head on north wind only occasionally hitting the beach, some days our route has taken us way inland that I have felt I was going to see the west coast again. From a visual point we...

Hope in Thyme

Monday, 06 October 2008 The ancient Greeks used it in their baths and burnt it as incense in their temples, believing that thyme was a source of courage. I can now count the days on one hand, the end of this journey is so close, but still far to go. Each day is as hard as they have ever been and as well as this, the distance has added to the continuous pain in my legs. They hurt as we are pushing each day just that little...

Children of the soil

Tuesday, 30 September 2008 I can distinctly remember as a child the special feeling that one got playing in the soil, digging into it until your finger nails were caked with the black soil. Eating handfuls of the sand and loving each brain shattering crunch as your teeth splinter the tiny granules. Sitting, dazed and in a trance watching the sand running through my fingers, or the feeling one gets when you burrow deep into the cold sand with your feet, wriggling your toes in it....

The Beach Boys

Saturday, 27 September 2008 Unique to the wild coast are the sights of cattle just chilling on the beach. Nowhere along the coast have I seen this. There has been the odd day that I have seen an ostrich or buck on the dunes, but cattle, no. The wild coast has small herds of cattle that seem to just lie on the beach and chill, staring out at the sea for hours. The cattle have some of the most amazing markings as well as serious horns,...

Body waves

Saturday, 27 September 2008 I can remember looking at the months that lay ahead and the time that it would take to complete the run, they seemed as big a hill as the distance that I had to cover, the weeks just would not tick over, let alone the first month. The first few days seemed like eternity an hour itself was a huge target. Now I can’t even remember what day or month it is as everything has picked up such speed, the days just...

A time to reflect a little

Sunday, 21 September 2008 Its been 10 weeks on the coast, 10 weeks that have just evaporated, but weeks that have changed as much as the tides. So often when you start out on a journey ones original perception and end picture are miles apart. Like ones memories, with time become less clear, so does a journey tend to fade in the distance as you leave faint impressions in the dust, with each impression a thought has been processed, as I look back at my trail...

The lurking Raggie

Sunday, 14 September 2008 It’s been 3 incredible days of running on our beach freeway; the massive storm waters have cleared the beach of all the parallel dunes. The local fishermen have told us a week ago we would not have been able to run the beach as it was one massive soft dune field. Our euphoria has been intermittently jarred with little injections of adrenaline, river crossings. Our first encounter was the mighty Fish River, flowing strongly and with the added strength of the tidal surge....

Stormy waters

Monday, 08 September 2008 The weather has played a large part in our lives over the past few days. Due to storm damage from 18 months ago we have been forced to take certain detours away from the coast, as well as this the areas that we could finally get back to, the coast line have been so overgrown with alien vegetation that we can hardly move- eventually just before Port Elizabeth we could head back to the coast and then we thought it was beach...