The Home straight

With just 100km to go the excitement started setting in, imagine for a moment that we had now traveled 2600odd kilometers and with only 100 to go it was almost within pushing distance, not quite but the imagination and nerves were running wild, even towing each other was now an option to finish this epic adventure. After about 30km these feelings wore off quite drastically.

The next feeling was one of a chapter coming to an end, that feeling you get when you finish a good book(I assume) or the world cup ends, as if nothing could ever live up to it again and how could life be the same after experiencing something this good.

Anyway one thing that will happen to you many times on a scooter is that the feelings come and go because before you reach the destination a lot of time tends to pass and with that a lot of thought and so the next feeling was one slightly more basic, we became quite hungry.. Now with the trip almost at an end and a whole side-bag still filled with 2-minute noodles and pasta sauces we decided that we would try out some of our survival equipment, the gas stove(a heating and cooking device).

We set up the whole Jamie Oliver affair right next to the road with every sauce we could find being debated about whether they would compliment each other and the neutral noodles, at this point we rated ourselves as cousine experts and no-one would convince us otherwise. Soon the two combinations of "Toit's cheese and corn" and "the Boere beefy tomato" sauces were decided on, mostly because cheese and corn were of the same colour and beef and tomato often go together on burgers.  Not long after we hit a snag because the one box of matches we owned we had graciously given away at a braai, luckily for us Flip had brought his, self proclaimed, 'wildest knife in the world' along so he whipped out the flint and soon we had the stove going at full tilt making noodles which could provide for half of Southern Africa. We soon scooped away our stack of noodles sharing a spoon(we had done some weight shedding in windhoek and left the cutlery behind in our excitement) and soon we were on the home straight, tummys bulging like 40year old elvis impersonators.

As the end was neigh we started high fiving each other while riding, dancing on the bikes and as we crested a tiny hill before us we saw the gates that we had been longing to see for two and a half weeks, the challenge had been completed, for two years we had dreamed of that moment, to finally reach the endpoint of an absolutely amazing adventure, to prove so many wrong, to prove so many right and to just do something very few people have attempted.

Moments later we stopped at the gate, looked at each other, looked at the gate and instead of jumping from joy we were sort of "what now?".. Having said that neither could get the smile off their faces and even now thinking back and writing this the smile returns. Grinning we asked the security of Etosha whether we could just make a quick spin inside the gate but a firm no quickly ended that conversation.

Never the less We had done it!!!
(We just need to get back home)