"My Africa: Biking Through the Dark Continent"

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a€oeAlllllllllaaaahhhhhhhhhha€¦.a€A The booming voice of a muezzin reciting the morning prayers from a mosque loudspeaker jolts me awake. The first attempt to open my eyes proves unsuccessful, as the sand that has accumulated in them (as well as every other orifice in my body) presents an obstacle. When Ia€™m finally able to blink out the crust, I can make out the luminous Sudanese desert night sky through the ceiling of my tent, stars free from competing against pollution and skyscrapers.

At 4:30 AM, ita€™s too early to get up, so I make a feeble attempt to sleep through the deafening prayers. After finally drifting off an hour later I am once more unceremoniously disturbed from my slumber, this time by the booming vocals of Freddie Mercury. The opening lines of Queena€™s bicycle song (a€oeI want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bikea€¦.a€A) blare from our support truck. Despite waking us up with this song every morning for the past three weeks, our overland support staff still finds this funny. Hilarious. I struggle to get up once again, change into my riding clothes, pack up my tent, and swallow down some porridge before starting the 70 mile trek in the Sudanese sun. So begins another day on the Tour Da€™Afrique. via

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