Dear all,
we are sitting in front of a beer after the busiest day of the trip, 270km of track (Sampeyre-Milan) in a street in the hills of red earth. We were told it was bad but it was. How many times the shock of the bikes have hit bottom, how many strokes of the tail, a small fall to head almost from zero. I do not understand people who love the track and then ... nice track we have not ever seen. After 10km you are already fed up with dreams and beautiful road. We have often reminded Hugh and Laura, the "overburden" that he dreamed. You'll lose the saddle Laura many times. The car driven by Rene had to go slower and Garoua Bulai we waited an hour and a half. Rene is a good, quiet, reliable with a desire to speak, tell, ask. A trusted person warm and wise, nice to travel with him.
After 260km of track and beautiful road we come to Bertoua. It is almost a dream, a community that awaits us, a beautiful chapel. The dust we came everywhere, a good shower and are now waiting for dinner prepared by two nice and beautiful French cooperating here for a year.
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| the first pictures speak for themselves ... Not even the road that came out of the lake Sampeyre was not. Dedicated to Mark |
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| our suits were starting to clean Mora ... |
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| relax the muscles ... |
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| this little girl brings water to the shower so dirty we |
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| you come out of mine? Two steps to end ... |
Surely the good Lord has well together and hear the accompaniment of many, tomorrow we leave soon hoping to get to Douala. As you can see the program has changed, but the program is done in the journey and the people we met encouraged us to change because what we had planned was no sense to the people here, impossible.
Luca hopes to after so long, swim in the pool of the reception center of the diocese.
Now we go to bed happy to have come this far. See you tomorrow and a hug to all
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