It is August 23, 2013, about 2 in the afternoon. We have just closed our front doors behind us and given the keys to a close friend. We are about to set out on a long journey and we are not exactly sure when we will return.
How did we get to this point? Let’s rewind a little.
Sundays were usually spent on long bike rides with our low-key bike group, which I always referred to as The Motley Crew Bike Crew, because we were a mix of bicyle types and clothing styles. We had everything from road bikes and spandex to mountain bikes and argyle socks, but I took my fixie. Getting around Paris was always by bicycle. And our living room was full of bikes.
Every vacation meant a trip somewhere, sometimes by bicycle, but more often then not by plane. We always dreaded coming home.
So, why not combine these two passions on a long cycle trip to places never before seen. We wanted to go somewhere far, without flying and leaving from our doorstep. Africa seemed like the perfect choice.
We had a lot do. New bikes, vaccinations, packing up and storing our life in Paris.
The bikes started with hours of internet research into the small hours of the night. Scott loved this. He was building dream bikes, putting thought into each component.
We got our vaccinations on a tight schedule between last minute preparations in Paris and family visits in the US and Canada. Poor Scott got stuck four times in one day.
And finally, packing up our life in Paris, putting away things that we might question why we saved when we returned. We cleaned and packed and made room for new people to move into our apartment.
Of course, no trip is complete without a send off, so we invited our friends over and had a party. We displayed our gear and bikes and sat around chatting into the night. We wouldn’t see these friends for a very long time.