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Day out in the Cradle of Humankind, celebrating our miraculous, endlessly infuriating species 💀

Thanks Mauritius, you provided just the right amount of summer in winter, an escape pod from real life. Conscious of the frivolity of Instagram when family and friends back home are going through so much. We are thinking of you all ❤️

Pain and glory! @the_gallows__ was amazing and utterly demoralising in equal measure. Thanks @mother_amateur_bicycling_club for your evil route genius, and thanks to @jess_blumenthal and family for manning an aid station for the whole day. Legends all!

Gang 🌈 @eroicasouthafrica

Eroica with the fam. Best day out on a bike. Thanks @stanengelbrecht and @don_lebon - so special! 🇮🇹 🇿🇦

Bikes, bikes, bikes in Prince Albert! (And chickens.) Thank you @jess_blumenthal for always being game for a weekend away that involves lots of sweaty people in lycra. Swartberg 100 lived up to all my expectations, but riding some of the pass with Elliot and Francis might have been more special. Eroica up next!

I’m behind on snaps! This was Plett over Easter. It was also our anniversary, even though @jess_blumenthal and I totally forgot 🫠 Thirteen years and counting ♥️

Yaris the Land Cruiser.

Wild Coast miscellany

The walking life

A week of beach cricket 🏏 🥵

The rented Yaris will hate us forever but we finally made it to Cebe on the Wild Coast. What a place 🌴

Mornings on the mountain. So cool to be able to ride wild single track at 6am with my 72-year-old dad #thankyoubikes

Miller’s Point 🐠 🐙 🦀 🦈🤿

Strangler fig and friends, Bwabwata National Park 🇳🇦

Subaru Outback appreciation post: 6032km, four people, roof box, camp fridge, tar, dirt, sand, mud, 8.1l/100km. And not a single issue. (Apologies to the insect life of Namibia.)

Everything at times of transition takes on a symbolic weight and power. But this too is why he travels. The world you’re moving through flows into another one inside, nothing stays divided anymore, this stands for that, weather for mood, landscape for feeling, for every object there is a corresponding inner gesture, everything turns into metaphor. The border is a line on the map, but also drawn inside himself somewhere. — Damon Galgut

Kalahari nights 🦂 🔦 💅🏼

Windhoek in the time of Covid. PCR tests done (all negative 🙏) see you in a few days, SA.

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