TdA Rest Days. Arusha.

Arusha, the half way point.

So far, time has (mostly) been flying by. I have lost count of how many times I've looked back and wondered how it is possible that we have cycled this many days, this many kilometres, and been through this many countries. But exhaustion is on everyone's face in and the enormity of what is ahead is daunting.

Even after three days of heavy rest and guacamole-bacon-cheeseburger-and-double-mocha-milkshake therapy, I'm still sick. Another friend has come ill with typhoid; an EFIer, too. He will be taking the next week or so to recover and join us in Malawi. I'm going to keep praying that I will feel better tomorrow.

My experience in Africa after my first two months here was that it doesn't rain in Africa. Over the last few days in Arusha, we've had heavy and drawn out showers several times each day. I guess it rains down in Africa, and we are about to find out just how much.

It' not that I expected this to be disneyland; this is right in line with what I expected. It's just that expecting challenges doesn't make them any easier to deal with.