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No. 2 in the online magazine of Trail Experience ( http://trailexperience.blogspot.com/ ) in page 30, there is an interview on this trip can give more information as it was and under what circumstances.
I have done many times the same question about what the next bike ride and after shuffling some destinations (Mongolia, Tokyo) I've decided definitely by Sidney (always the south) with all probability for the last four months of 2010.
already working on this trip, the attempt to "Madrid" Sidney "in my old Transalp.
'd like to thank also to all readers of this blog your interest and kindness and understanding for the shortcomings.
Thank you all.
Gerar.

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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.

Red Spot Near The Tip Of Tongue

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

Findings For Cricket Respiration

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.