The last section of tar to Makuzi is soon over and I turn off at the Makuzi Beach Lodge sign on the main road onto a gravel road. The gravel sections are fine. It is the periodic deep sections of sand that have me very nervous. The bike is heavy and it is HOT.
I encounter some bicycles along the way, greet the friendly locals that all come out to see this bike passing through, pull over for an oncoming truck, carry on, hit some more sand and fall over.
All caught on Gopro video, I just need to determine how to save stills from the videos in order to post them here. ???
Fortunately, there are some eager helping hands to get me upright, but my self confidence has taken a serious knock...............and it is HOT.
The location is also not all that well sign posted, or the combination of sand and HOTness, has messed up my concentration, and I missed them, resulting in a few extra stops to ask the locals whether I am on the right road. Apparently I am going in the right direction.
After a good talking to myself, a few choice words and deep breaths, I hit the rest of the gravel and sand and eventually get to Makuzi Beach Lodge at around lunch time. Through arid sections, agricultural fields, small villages (conglomerations of huts), all looking dry and dusty, you suddenly enter a green treed, shaded, lush area, the perfect representation of an oasis. Now the Hot does not feel as hot anymore.
I meet up with Richard, husband of Lauren, daughter of Rhys Davies, parents of the "bush turkey". They are the managers of Makuzi Beach Lodge. I am shown to my accommodation. A "hut" right on the beach. seriously, how lucky can one be?
What a place!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is straight from the travel brochure glossies. Mind blowingly spectacularly beautiful......... :drif:
From here on the pictures can do the talking...................... :drif:
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