My wristwatch alarm begins buzzing at 3:45 AM. Its high pitched insistence startles me from a deep sleep. My muscles ache with exhaustion. 3:45 , I’m sure you will agree, is an ungodly hour to rise. The Australian bush, where
As we touched down in Australia I’d expected a surge of emotion. This was, after all, our final continent (unless we manage to bike Antarctica one day). Back in 2006, the plan was a simple cycle tour to Cape Town.