Since leaving Balule we have cycled our way through mountains, rainforest, desert and African savannah to find ourselves 40 km away from the Botswana border. It has been some of the toughest cycling of the trip so far. Cancel that. It has been some of the toughest cycling of my life so far. Our typical day starts with Johnno bounding round the camp / room / grass or wherever we have managed to locate an area to sleep the night before. He tends to do this around 6am. Normally

It’s hard to believe that we’re already two weeks into this ludicrous trip across Africa and have already experienced so much. From interrogation rooms in Johannesburg airport to Charlie driving his first anti poaching patrol, it’s been an interesting couple of weeks to say the least. Our first evening in Balule was slightly restless. Having heard that Craig, the Warden, had woken up to a fully-grown male lion licking his bed the week before and that Will, the project manager

A hell of a lot has changed since we wrote the last blog. For a start we began to cycle downhill for the first time, I’m therefore spending far less time toiling at the back of the group, coming up with elaborate excuses as to why my bike is definitely twice the weight of everyone else’s. More importantly, we have started the documentary in earnest, and it really feels like what could easily be seen as a fool’s errand might actually come together to create something special.

For 6 months it’s been impossible to visualise what the first few days of this trip would be like. They’ve been the longest yet shortest, hardest and funnest few days. Day 1 The journey started on the R555. A busy tarmacked one lane artery flowing into the East of South Africa. We quickly discovered it wasn’t the ideal place to be cycling based on the fact that it’s a major trucking route to the heavy industry of Steelpoort, and quarries of the surrounding area. The alternati