‘I am proud to call each of you Brother’

‘I am proud to call each of you Brother’

And so Day 5 has rolled on, and just as suddenly disappeared into a massive pothole… We pulled out of Rundu this morning bright and early with a quick re-fuel, before hitting the long road through northern Namibia.

We made good time on the excellent roads and Wes swears he spotted 5 Ellies somewhere in the bush to our right. Yeah “right” Wes… Must have been a combination of the road glare and some remnants of petrol fumes spilled over from your bike this morning!

Thinking back over the past few days, we left behind our loved ones in Johannesburg, we left behind some truly memorable moments with the people in Gaborone, not to mention the thousands of donkeys in that country! Must be more donkeys there than people!

Namibia was as picturesque as I remember, and riding through the Caprivi, images of a bygone era kept replaying in the back of my mind. I could see this country had an immense impact on the lives of many of my fellow travelers too. The smiles and waving hands of the people of this region will stay with me for a long time. The stories shared with us from strangers that approached us at the fuel stops and breaks who told us how their lives have been affected by violence in their homes and the degradation of family values and morals had my blood running cold. The time to act is now. Talking about what could/should happen is not enough. Ride On, Speak Out, Act Now.

Wayne Pollock in a pothole

We hit the Zambian border around lunchtime, and there was no mistake that we were now truly in Africa. Immigration, customs, local Community Levies, Road insurance, Carbon emissions tax and 3rd Party insurance, all had to be sorted and purchased before we could eventually make our way over the beautiful Zambezi into Zambia proper. The roads had now deteriorated into a mess of potholes, bridge gaps, ramps and broken down vehicles that ensured we kept our peepers popped and years of riding experience tested us to the maximum. That whole counter steering malarkey starts to pay dividends on roads like these. Fortunately all the bikes made it through to Livingstone unscathed.

The same however cannot be said for the awesome trailer CMC had built for us. On one of the bridges, the huge incline step did some damage to the undercarriage brake cable housing. Nothing that can’t be fixed with an settling torch and a hammer though. Good luck for tomorrow Kev!

We are looking forward to a quick visit to the falls in the morning before breakfast, where after we head to Lusaka for an afternoon engagement.

Sitting in the saddle for so many hours of solitude gives you time to think.

Thinking about my preconceived ideas about this trip in the month prior to departure and how these have all been blown away by reality.

Thinking about the plight of so many women and girls whose lives will never be considered normal.
Thinking about what I/we could and should do to make a change.
Thinking about my family, and how blessed I really am to have such love and support in my life.

And thinking about these men alongside me on this trip, how passion, commitment and solidarity have forged us into a team. I am proud to call each of you Brother!

All that was new is being put to the test – and the Harley Davidson boots are Afri-CAN boots

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  1. Rosika 29 November, 2012

    If anyone can spot elephants, it’s Wes! But those bike fumes are viable!

  2. Herman Potgieter 29 November, 2012

    Nice article brother Frans. What did you do to my trailer. (CCE). Don’t worry, we build them strong. Looking forward to meet up with you guys in Maseru. Be safe.

  3. Alba Delport 29 November, 2012

    What do I say about this picture? Sniff, sniff, sniff… Katima Mulilo – the place near which I lived before I came to Johannesburg. Very nice article Frans – thank you for having me in tears. Pierre can explain to you. Love and safe riding to all. Alba

  4. Raymond Rademaker 3 December, 2012

    Hey Franz, great article and picture for memories for many .. time to remember those old friends…. Wonderful cause and am sure that the hope and memories you bring to all will live with them like these pictures live with us.

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