As I sit in the back of a Land rover Defender whistling through Hwange National Park in Zimbabwe, there is no better time to reminisce on what has happened over the past week. We’ve seen three countries, fought off baboons, interacted with white Rhinos and visited one of the Seven Wonders of the World. The River Zambezi is a force of nature and whilst crossing it on a rickety old iron ferry crammed to triple capacity you get a terrifying feeling that the whole thing is going

“Hey mate, how are you?!”, declaims Johnno with tremendous excitement, racing down the hill to greet the first fellow cycle-tourer we had come across so far. “Where have you cycled from? How long have you been on the road?” “8 Years. I started in New York in 2009. How about you guys?” replied Mike, without a hint of arrogance or pride. …(silence) Humbling experiences come ten a penny when you are touring through Africa, from facing off with bull elephants, to being out manned

After 9 days of continuous riding we’ve arrived in Francistown. Francistown is the second largest city in Botswana and is a bustling metropolis compared to terrain of the last 3 weeks. We’ve now covered over 1,000km and a lot has changed since leaving South Africa. Trucks lined both sides of the road for miles before the border crossing. Their cargo visible and for once not rattling past us in a blur of fumes and noise. Tarred tree trunks piled up in the cargo bays to be used