June 29, 2016

Today was relentless. I rolled out from Brickaville headed toward Toamasina. 105 km. 5 hours. Hills, hills, and yes, still more hills. Free refills…as if I couldn’t get enough. The flip side is that every time I was bludgeoned with another hill induced body blow, I was revived by free refills of smiles and greetings from every person that I passed along the way. Children on hill sides, trees, and huts. Adults working in the fields, walking their cattle, or pedaling next to me on their bicycles. Everyone came out to see the vazaha who was pedaling by. I feel like in every posting, I make reference to the amazing warmth of the people of Madagascar. They have been nothing short of inspiring.

Another day, another racer

Palm oil plantation

Future racer

The smiles never get old.