Africa Race. Gwirat Larjam Bivouac
02.01.2013
01.01.13.
Since the race began, only four days passed and, it seems to me, I start to understand why not only travelers, romantics and writers, but also racers so love Africa. And why our companions endured this long way so calmly and even joyfully. There is only one answer – because this race is worth it. Because, probably, this is that rare event which transfers the fussy city person to other reality where you need very little to live where there is nothing artificial, senselessly ritual. At this race as in an extreme situation, you do, you think, you say only what really has value, sense, need.
There is much sport, but it is a sport on the verge of reality, when you do not know where the race ends and life begins. It is incredibly difficult to organize the race in such rough places where for miles around you can’t meet any living soul. In fact, I think that from all the goods I really do not have only the Internet - do not have time to send everything that I want in a limited period of time. But this is always like this at any serious and interesting race because there are a lot of events, impressions, and thoughts. Today's event on the road with the accident of Elizabeth Jacinto crew, drawn attention of all bivouac. A lot of people came to guys and expressed their admiration and gratitude. At the evening briefing the details were described and the whole bivouac clapped hands to our guys. The time spent for the help will be deducted for our guys. We will have the final classification, most likely, when the Internet will be disconnected.
Tomorrow motorcyclists will start at 7:45, the first jeep - at 8:58 in 5 km from the bivouac. The cars will have a mixed start. There will be speed section, not too much reference points, a series of road humps, stones, sand... Organizers keep promises – we don’t have time to be bored. Then there will be a long liaison to the bivouac in Dakhlan. We will arrive late; I will try to have time to use the Internet. But the day after tomorrow is a rest day.
Svetlana Klimova
