Day break seemed like eternity as I looked at the ceiling…..counting sheep.
Longer night shorter days….went down for bike maintenance at 6am, pretty dark but a ray of light beamed at the park. Not good enough but I could use it to get the job done.
Rallied team mates for early departure, so it seemed…..8.45am, destination Zaria.
Dry rivers, thatched buildings, it was alot to sip in when I dared to compare where I was coming from.
Much more pleasurable ride as the roads were relatively smooth all the way. Pacing through communities and settlements buzzed my mind. Dry rivers, thatched buildings, it was alot to sip in when I dared to compare where I was coming from.
Journey was set at 420km to Sleeprite hotel in Zaria, intent was to get in at 3pm as I owed my body its rightful rest. The journey became a trudge 180km into Zaria as it seemed the landlords or selfish road users often time do careless over take and run us off our path.
Made good time 3.30pm……food was affordable and tasty. Rest time….just for a bit.
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