I’m writing this on the ferry crossing over to Africa. I can’t quite describe how I feel. I am excited to be going to another continent, exhausted from all the cycling, amazed at what I have achieved and apprehensive about entering Morocco in cycling shorts as a female.
I can’t quite believe that I can say that I have cycled from the Arctic to Africa. 5 months ago when I started thinking about taking part on this trip I thought I was nuts. I didn’t tell many people to begin with because I knew others would tell me I couldn’t do it. I didn’t even own a bike at the time and I wouldn’t exactly say I was in good shape to be signing up for such a challenge.
I am now only three days away from Casablanca, my end destination. I have no idea what to expect when I get off the ferry and I have no idea how I will feel when the cycling is finally over. To be honest I’m not sure what I am going to do with my time, I’m so used to waking up every morning and getting on a bike.
Written on the 21st July 2013.