ZIMBABWEAN FAMILY HOSTED TWO CYCLISTS ???????????? - Video

I ate something at that village. Packed my things. Left.

Today I had to ride 100 kilometers. So I rode fast. No time to waste. No room for slow legs.

For lunch, I stopped at a village called Seeis. And there I found something I did not expect — a very unique shop. An old woman had opened it inside an old train container. Rusted metal. Old wheels. History sitting on the roadside. Her husband was Dutch. He shared a lot of history with me — about the railway, about Namibia, about the old days. I ate coke and bread there. Simple. But the conversation was the real meal.

Then I continued. It was extremely hot. The wind was against me. Every kilometer felt earned. But by evening, I reached Windhoek.

The capital. Finally.

I met my friend there. He was staying at a host's house. A family from Zimbabwe. They welcomed me in. We stayed there together. Two cyclists, one Zimbabwean family, one roof.

Tomorrow, I explore Windhoek.

???? Windhoek, Namibia

100 kilometers. One train shop. One Dutch story. One capital reached.