Why?
It's four in the afternoon, a scorching sun is burning me down and a track full of corrugated iron is torturing me. Deserts are beautiful but in their right measure.
Routine
He suddenly turns around, looks at me, I look at him… the seconds seem like minutes. He doesn’t look away, I have him less than 20 meters away. He opens his enormous ears… I try to remember what to do when faced with an elephant attack. I don’t remember anything…
The only solution that comes to mind is to turn around, although if he chases me he will catch me in a second. I make a turning motion, he makes a pretense of coming.
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I cross the bridge that separates Tanzania from Malawi. I'm slaloming through a swarm of people loaded with a thousand things that go up and down. In Africa there are many people who cross the border daily, few who stamp their passports...
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The new normal
For two-thirds of my life, at some point during the day I have worn shorts and never seen my hairy legs; Before my first hair appeared I was already a cyclist. This means that at 46 years old, I have been kicking some pedals while looking at an odometer or GPS for more than 35 years.