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EPILOGUE

. " ..... who stops dies one who touches the horizon becomes "

Waldo Leyva

the end it might be, the bike is out there. Quim container waiting to get your car and send it to Spain is taking too long, at least until January. I just was a good place to look for the bike.

People, beings in general, they like to do what they know, for what you are made to things too. The blender is happy making a mayonnaise, the artist creating a book gives you everything when you open it, a sheep dog herding sheep ... and enjoy the Honda XR sputtering in Africa, is made for Africa. He sold it to Tim Bulgin, owner of a motorcycle shop, that he loved her no more try. I know I will be happy there.

Photos: Long Street (Cape Town)

"The first explorers in western Canada noticed a curious fact when they went with Indian guides in the area, from the third day of travel these stopped and refused to continue, there was no way for them to follow. The Indians argued that they had gone too fast and had to wait until they reached their spirits that were slower "

I know I'm in Madrid because I look in the mirror of my house because people recognize me, but I know I have not come at all.

I have to wait until they land on sunny days, amazing jungles, deserts disturbing the people in the way, many people, smells, smiles, rain .... Is to come, these days irrecoverable, those moments when he just chases the inscrutable, the stunning beauty of Africa.

With all those who have made this trip, thanks for being.

Gerar, Madrid.

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This morning I met with Quim, who along with Barcelona Ricard has fallen from an old Mitsubishi, began a year ago (January 1) whole ordeal.
They will send the car to Spain in a container and put my bike very well and so we share costs. Well we'll see.
This afternoon I went to the Cape of Good Hope, about 60 kms from the city. Today is the first day of summer, cars everywhere canoes, bicycles, motorcycles, surfboards, people no para.
Ha sido delicioso!!! la carretera que bordea la costa, curvas sobre los acantilados, playas de lujo y la moto, sin equipaje, que quería volar. Se ha desmelenado y yo, claro, la he dejado.
Todo el extremo de la península del Cabo es un Parque Nacional lleno de monos, avestruces y bichos variados. Es emocionante llegar al limite del continente y ver a los océanos rugir a tus pies.
He estado mirando vuelos de vuelta y he encontrado uno, el día 25, por trescientos y pico euros, en las lineas de Quatar (estos infieles no respetan ni la Navidad) llega a Madrid el 26 y lo mismo lo cojo, depende de lo que haga con la moto.

Por ahora no me despido, el epilogo lo ponemos en Madrid.

Gerar, Cape Town

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Thursday, December 18, 2008.

Logbook: at 09:56 hours today, sailing on a sea of \u200b\u200bgreen pastures, crossed the parallel 23 degrees 27 minutes south latitude, Tropic of Capricorn, overcast, wind from the East, heading South.
The driver of the Honda XR-600 M-1364-YP

typical German breakfast: eggs, bacon, cheese, toast, coffee. etc. The morning is luxurious, green field, 25 degrees and the bike like thunder. But quickly, in just 100 Kms, everything changes, the thermometer rises to 43 degrees and no longer low, the landscape becomes dry grass and the desert begins to show the breath of hell Kalahari. Barely touches the road and I'm baked, the air lifts the skin, the heat becomes unbearable in front, the bike boiling oil.
In the afternoon some clouds are formed, even rain! I had never rained more than 40 degrees!
stop in a village with camping, far away the storm is approaching.

"Es de noche en el desierto. Esta tarde ha llovido dejando un rastro de bondad. El cielo revienta de nubes negras, el viento trae perfumes desconocidos con la arena, tiembla la tierra, filo de relámpago, escalofrío de luz que se graba en la retina.
Me paso mucho tiempo mirando la tormenta, hipnotizado. Me siento como un homínido en la noche de los tiempos, cuando poníamos nombre a las cosas, cuando inventábamos seres fantásticos"


Viernes, 19 de Diciembre de 2008.

A los 140 Kms de salir llego a la frontera con Sudafrica, tardo cinco minutos en el puesto de Namibia y tres en el de Sudafrica (ultimo país del viaje) Todo funciona como un reloj, me encanta this country. We passed the German Africa to the Anglo-Dutch company just across the Orange River.
South Africa has many more resources than Namibia, which is almost all desert.

Saturday, December 20, 2008. Among

dairy farms, vineyards and fruit arrived in Cape Town, Cape of Good Hope. They could have been seven weeks, but wanted to be fifty days, so slow in coming to Africa, at the end of a dream, where they join the ocean and desires


Photos: First Church of the German colonists, camping, fly rod on the mirror, road, bugs


In my beloved Cape Town (South Africa) to 15,556 Kms of my dear mother.

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"Roads tedious geometry, straight without a degree of drift south, always south. Green fields dotted with yellow flowers, spring fertile, almost Mediterranean, imagine almond trees and oaks. If I see a veteran bull nor do I wonder "

This morning I changed the oil on the bike, in a perfect workshop, with all the tools clean and ordered, not a drop of oil in the ground. Earlier I had breakfast at a gas station coffee and warm bread.

All that is, it works, clean streets, cut grass, no space for uncertainty brew. I have

hurry to get to Cabo. Windhoek quiet passage through without stopping. Anger of the police for not stand on a thumb. I want to use the daylight hours. I get to Rehoboth. I'm in a Bed and Breakfast quiet and cozy.

"like, but ..... I like broken toys, things that have that worn patina that gives the use of surprise, improvisation. There anything more boring than expected? Among a cage of crickets and an orderly hive, always choose those who sing (just me) "

Photo: Church of Zulu style.

Rehoboth (Namibia) to 14,150 kms from Madrid.

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A hot shower (the first in 46 days) Fast Internet , shops full of everything .... this site is called Namibia.

As expected I left the chassis for the fourth time (the second in Angola)

I welded in a center of heavy machinery, but could not go on, only had two solutions: Strengthening the structure (something complicated to do here) or save weight and redistribute the load. I removed the trasportin bone, packed up and left some things that no longer would need. The result was spectacular, no vibration, could go faster and the bike muffled great, plus I 400 Kms were fatal.

This morning I left Angola, the hardness of your tracks and the infinite kindness of its people, happy without war and children bathing in a river. Reaching

a site where everything works like it, but ....

Photos: Jam trucks, new look of the bike, one of the thousands of trees sobrcogedores of Angola (the bike looks down) That is a tank pretty rusty!!

Tsumeb (Namibia) 13 600 Km from Madrid

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''only six years ago that ended the war. The roads, lonely before, are filled with houses. The towns grow. People come out of the kill, where he was hiding. The Congo refugees have returned. The fields are cultivated and last year there are new schools in every village''

had not thought of going through Luanda but here I am, after arduous 600 km of tracks (with good legs, too ) Yesterday I went for the third time frame and the returning soldiers, but it is impossible to hold so hard, hence no one gets out alive.

Thursday broke the depth record, I got into a quagmire of 200m, saw no alternative route, the bike sank to the axles, then the water came over the boots near the end but I sink I thought I had left, the bike drowning but accelerated, hit a start, exits and stops, not where he got the air, the front wheel was completely covered and the carburetor too, were only 5 seconds, I could not believe. Empty boots, boot to the first and followed.

Gasoline is very cheap but no, I have to fill in whenever I find even the reserve container. The best thing is the people, the generosity is another thing, what one is passionate about making you happy.

Photo: Bambi's mom, baobab southern bridge (broken) over troubled water, Helicopter war.

"Imagine there is a war and do not let anyone"

Luanda (Angola) to 11,900 kms from Madrid.

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I sent from the hub and base of operations, the new route map, with the cut to Botswana. Only 5 minutes
Telegraph:
I have a visa for Angola!
I go there now.
thousand, thousand thanks to the people of the Embassy of Spain in Kinshasa, if I can get to Cape Town, theirs is a part of success.
Salva (aguabravero and mortar) I owe you one. David
(Consul entrenched in Kinshasa) holy hand, thanks to him, the visa was instantaneous.
Paco (Malaga, almost na) all art, man. Sandra
(cooperation) only to see the sparkle in his eyes it is worth getting here.
That good people !!!!!
I have no idea how communications will be in Angola, so it would be totally normal to be no news to Namibia (7 days, + or -)


Kinshasa (RDC) 11 300 Km from Madrid.

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"In Matadi, behind the hotel in which I am a church evangelist, every night ignites the air with songs imported ancestral beliefs have failed to erase. Earthy harmony, rhythm forgotten compass of the tree, bamboo and rain. The mists of time in voices of deep beauty, persistent primitive atavism on percussion, Africa or the origin of everything. Even a stubborn atheist, like me, has trouble distinguishing the special effects, the tricks of the religions of the heartbeat of the earth "

I'm still in Kinshasa. On Saturday I went through the Embassy of Angola , was closed but they said they needed a "note verbale" from my embassy and that in a week could have the transit visa. Then I went to the English, also closed, but I talked to a Congolese who work in it and told me that on Monday closed. Emergency call from the consulate and the consul confirmed it.

In short, until Tuesday, I can not start the paperwork and hopefully the 16 I have a visa, which means that I'm coming just in time for the 4,500 km that I have left (and waste to the stage of Botswana )

'm in a hotel in Matete, a suburb of Kinshasa, I came here with Dada, the caretaker of the embassy parking (good person, but very heavy) I'm the only white neighborhood, and I have taken all greet me and I want to invite. It is a hard and difficult area, as everything Kinshasa, here life clings to the wall, dive into puddles or do whatever, but goes on and on.

Photo: Chocolate bars (small children Dada)

Kinshasa (DRC)

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I could not believe it, everything went very well and I had a little fly.
When this morning I went to see what was mine, the consulate of Angola, I have returned the passport and money and they told me that I can do because they have bullets (visas that stick in your passport)
It did not take even 5 minutes to load the bike and go back to Kinshasa to see if one arrives on time at the embassy, \u200b\u200b350 Kms retrace, with lots of rain. I arrive at night.

Now I'm in the suburbs, in the deep Kinshasa, Africa within Africa.

Tomorrow I'll find a better place to sleep, I have to be here until Monday, to open the embassy of Angola, and try again, with consequent delays.

All this and I feel more normal. Both hurry last month was because I knew that the bottleneck is here and the spiral of ridiculous bureaucracy that visas are not my book. Well

to wait again!

Kinshasa (DRC), far from home.

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"Matadi is a hundred hills that climb up the side of the river Congo. Stanley passed by here dynamiting rocks brewing his Joseph Conrad" The heart of darkness "and thousands of employees of King Leopold of Belgium, who for years made the greatest genocide in modern history, ten million Congolese killed, until the Belgian government took over the colony.
is almost impossible to wipe the smile to people, but if you give kicking a hornet's nest butterflies do not go .....


Yesterday I took a delicious dish of black caterpillars, mmmh! that sauce! (Photo)
Then I started to talk to the parishioners of meal, they tell me I have to try the bat, which is the world's richest bird, I say that not a bird, a mammal that flies and already rolled a hilarious discussion between Batman, exotic food and grasshoppers, all very surreal (it must be the realism of the South)
I'm still waiting for my visa, overcast, thick humidity.
I walked through the train station (photo) and a little port, how much has changed everything!


...... but we forgot everything, will be the rain! "


Matadi (DRC)

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'm in Brazzaville (what's left is a guy who looks like me)

Dolisie I left on Saturday for the track, it appears that the train did not arrive until the evening and I decided not to waste time.

Top 10 Kms perfect (pictured below) then started to complicate things, all the track flooded, but in the first and the landing gear down could continue (with each supporting the raging sprain) when he saw a truck I went out fast and expected to pass. But thick, muddy pools of 200 m. About 12 o'clock it began to rain and will not last even 5 minutes (first fall) I get up, 3 meters (second fall). It was impossible to stay on standing, it's like finger flip-flops in the middle of an ice rink. The one home I say wait until it stops raining and the track a bit dry, I put the bike at home with the help of everyone, here are sliding worldwide.

Dolisie I left at 7 am and arrive at Nkay (80 Kms) at 3 o'clock in the afternoon. I decide to take the train, but this is just as complicated.

All the way I was told many times that passed through territory "Ninja" (the rebels to the government) that were barriers and it was hard to swallow.

At 4 h of the night passed a train to Loutete (85 Kms) and picked it up, put my bike in the van to load and I side.

The next step was more complicated. trains have to go under military escort (Ninja area) about 50 soldiers with machine guns on two platforms. We must talk to the head of the convoy and ask permission, the final and I got the bike up on a platform. Since yesterday afternoon (all night) through the jungle, cold and rain. We arrived at dawn to Brazzaville, a surreal journey.

Then I spent the whores to start the bike after two days of upload and download. I thought I had loaded pressure relief valve, but it was just mud everywhere. It has taken me over 2 hours (this girl is)

Here I say that the border is open (there were heard all sorts of rumors) osea tomorrow attempt to Kinshasa (the world's worst border) and then the Angola visa in Matadi.

Photos: Host family, dawn in the goods van.

Brazzaville (Congo) 10 500 Km from Madrid