I have bade farewell to the Dark
Continent.
After 6 months of fighting disease, flying the Congo
Basin Jungle and training Congo's future Olympians, my tour of the continent
has come to it's scheduled close.
My past three weeks warranted little to write about
as each day began like most of yours: A quick hot shower, a bowl of cereal, a
cup of tea taken for an hours commute in traffic to an office on a major
highway. This is daily life in a modern city, This was not Kinshasa, this was
Pretoria, South Africa.
In order to fly South African planes in my new
assignment, I needed to obtain a S.A. license. Nothing too difficult, just
time consuming. I admit I did not mind my time there as I enjoyed good meals,
went to movies in the evenings, and on long group and solo bike rides in clean
air on good roads, in the open spaces of nearby countryside. Pretoria was
enjoying the height of Summer, but at an elevation of 5500ft, Summer and the
local terrain was like what one might find at the Palmer Divide, a rise in
terrain between Denver and Colorado Springs but without mountains to the west.
Upon completion of training, I arrived in the jewel
of the Middle East: Dubai. The city is accommodating to everyone yet still
holds it's traditional values. I had one full day there and managed a bike
ride along the Persian Gulf, comforted in knowing that American battle ships
were close by and keeping an eye on the region. I managed a stop at the worlds
largest shopping mall, complete with an indoor ski area. This comes in handy
in August when it is 120 degrees outside. I also managed to gain entrance at
the plush Burj-al-Arab resort though I later learned that admittance
was...limited. It features the famous hotel shaped like a billowing sail,
and has a white sand beach along an emerald coast similar to that in the
Florida Panhandle. The Swimming was excellent though the beachside Cajun salad
was bland . The experience, however, was Choice . If you are of the means, I
highly recommend a long weekend.
Upon arrival at my modest accommodations, I noticed
the building next door possessed an infamous name. I sought entrance hoping to
find a $25,000,000 prize inside. Unfortunately, everyone was at lunch and I had
other matters to attend to, like the bent rim on the bike.
I have again departed the civilizatized world and
arrived safely at my home for the next six months. It has been visited by
Alexander the Great, Genghis Kahn, Marco Polo, Tamerlane and now myself.
JLH
Jewel of the Persian Gulf
Dubai on a Bike?
Who's in There?