Ten days on, I’m still waiting for my legs to come back to me but I think I left them halfway up ‘Struggle Hill’, outside Pietermaritzburg. Without any shadow of doubt it was the toughest 42km race I’ve ever done, but the Mandela Day Marathon was worth every tortuous, gruelling, sweaty hour of physical and mental anguish, just to have been there. Continue reading “All I know is, never bet on the white guy…”
I head out with top GS rider and all-round good guy Marchant Maasdorp to several schools in Kwa-Zulu Natal to distribute pens, pencils, crayons, rulers and rubbers to needy pupils, courtesy of Stationery4Africa. Find out how you can get involved at www.stationery4Africa.com or via Facebook, Instagram or Twitter
There are worse places to be stuck than in the highest pub in Africa, but I am well and truly stuck. I’m in Lesotho — the highest Kingdom in the world — and was feeling great yesterday after slipping and sliding my way up the Sani Pass on the big GS but then the wind picked up overnight and it’s now too risky to make the descent. Continue reading Get your head in the game kid!