One week to go...

Surprising the British summer has not been a complete washout this year so happily I've been ticking off a long list of outdoor activities all of which have one thing in common. They do not involve work. So a mix of cycling sportives, peak district walks, weddings, festivals all interspersed with generous quantities of real ale have resulted in me being one week away from leaving for Cape Town. 

I could describe my preparations as military but I'd be lying. On the hoof is perhaps a better description. My kit list is evolving helped along by a contemplative ale & a skim read of  Chris Scott's "Adventure Motorcycling handbook" (www.adventure-motorcycling.com). 

My one nod towards forward thinking is a visa for Mozambique. This required sending money & passport to the Mozambiquan Embassy in London. After weeks of radio silence, I rang. After a short exchange of "who are you ?.. what do you want?...what passport?" questions & "no it can't be done" I wasn't too optimistic. Another call, an additional random fiver, a chat with Mary & a week later I got my passport back.

To put my mind at rest, I have packed my bags.

Looks a lot but half of all this is motorcycle gear (helmet, jacket, boots etc.). The other half is camping stuff. Squeezed my map, toothbrush, passport & day 2 shreddies  into my tankbag. Sorted. Now, where did I pack my tyre levers?