As the days (and kilometres) have passed there have highs and extreme highs… And very very dark lows. Today the Kominasie took me deep into the latter…

We began the stage in Die Rust rolling out from the back of the pack and then proceeded up and up and up and then I think pretty much just vertical until my vision was whittled down to fuzzy squiggles. Derek, on the other hand, was as usual bouncing up the vertical accents like a mountain goat!… Demoralising! The stretch home was long and arduous trying to latch onto Derek’s wheel as he ventured forth. Well we got to the end… Eventually… Maintaining our 6th position in the mixed category. Shattered I crawled into a ball in my tent and stayed there… For the rest of the day!