Got stopped at the gate again. It's getting a bit annoying with this "No bikes in the NP" rule, specially in this case where there isn't much of wildlife and above all any predators to be expected. It's very remote and I have to wait for couple hours for a suitable car. Luckily in this part of the world almost every vehicle got some loading space, the chances are therefore pretty good the first car to show up will give you a lift.
In the meantime I start cleaning my dusty bike and to my great surprise find the frame at the chainstay cracked! Now I understand why two days earlier the disc brake started to grind sleightly more than usual (minimal grinding is not uncommon). I tried to adjust the brake but with no success. By now there arrived my opportunity and I jump on.
Early afternoon we approach the exit gate and my driver asks if I want to get off or better come with him to the next town. It was holding up already two days before I found the crack so I reckon it will do for couple more days and get of the car. It don't seem to be to bad and the road along the coast is a smooth salt road, comparable to pavement. Back on the bike I soon wished I had stayed on the car. At the Namibian coast a cold und strong wind brought by the Benguela current blows from the southwest which makes the climate nice and cool but riding a torture. For the 250km to the next town it takes me almost four days.
My destination is already in sight, just fifteen kilometer ahead, suddenly the back of my bike starts to wobble. A quick look down I see my frame broke and I quickly get of the bike before more damage happens. And again I happen to sit on the side of the road with the thumb up. Hopefully for the last time!
