Long ago (well-about two years)
It was about two years ago that Myself and Linda sat down and actually took this… idea, whim, longing or madcap plan depending on how you look at it, from a hoped for chance to be part of a ‘Noble Cause’ to a “yes, it’s feasible – do it”.
Even then, it was Linda that was keen to go – i thought it was an insane idea.. then.
Sadly due to her commitment as a carer for an elderly couple, she declined as she just could not leave them for a month solid. so i’m going.
Then at the end of 2009 – just three weeks before the scheduled departure on December 27th, it was cancelled.
No, i mean it was postponed. i just couldn’t face the thought that it was not going to happen. Just when it would happen was the vague bit.
Come to late 2010 and we (Tossers In The Sahara as the previous trips were named) had a meeting in the U.K. and by the end of it we found ourselves with no real excuse not to do it.
So, my head went from a long wait to, all of a sudden “this is actually happening?!” EEK!
Around Africa with a fridge?
Some of the problems that come up in an escapade like this defy belief – you really, honestly could not make it up.
I have to inject myself daily. It’s not a big deal and i’m not ‘ill’ – i have a condition, there’s a difference.
However, the meds require refrigeration. no lower than zero, no more than eight degrees celcius. Easy you’d think. Um, no. Most 12volt fridges can guarantee “20 degrees below ambient temperature”, but that’s it as far as guarantees go.
Given the route and variation in height above sea level, we go from Irish winter to African Spring. So thats roughly zero to possibly high thirties! (roughly – dont quote me – i can more accurate in a month!). Anyhow – it took a while and some lateral thinking, but a solution was found. It will sit in the back of the support car. Well, it would look daft as a topbox on the Bike now wouldn’t it?
Around Dublin – looking for a rubber chicken.
I should explain. (I suspect that phrase will be a recuring one on this trip). My Gapper, a Honda C90 of Devon origin was previously owned by a farmer. When asked what he used it for he replied “ah, just chasing chicken around the yard”. Strange the pastimes they have in Devon, but i shall comment no more on that. However, this is how the Bike became known as The Chicken Chaser.
Those that know me know i have a twisted sense of humour. For two days now i have searched in my spare moments for a rubber chicken to stick on the Bike as a mascot. Now i may have sourced a suitable piece of poultry. But, as with much of my gear, this chicken has to go over to the U.K. with me on a plane. As it is, my luggage is going to raise eyebrows if not alarms through airport security. I’ve no option but to bring my Moto X armoured jacket as hand luggage, i’ll be wearing a big old pair of knackered Bike boots and holding a cooler bag/box of injectables…
Add to this the vision of an airport security person reaching into my bag and pulling out a squeaky (well, it just HAD to be a squeaky one!) rubber chicken.
i cant wait – and this is before i even get to the boat!
That’s it for now – you’ll have to forgive my ramblings – to start with they probably wont be in chronolgical order, will be peppered with typos and will skip to past and present.
I’ll consult my editor – gods help him. After he’s come out of the darkened room he’s now in having set up the blog for me! i’m sure he’ll sort it out…