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I'm now working in Southern Africa.Malawi to South Africa OverlandTwo months have past since I completed my cycle ride and arrived in Malawi, so an update is long overdue.Take for example my recent efforts to electrify our new office in Mulanje.Phone to explain the job, sparky gives estimate and we arrange time to do the work.Sparky arrives and does the work.Drive sparky home, arrange date for work to be carried.Drive sparky to friends house to borrow his tools4.Drive sparky to office, he does work5.There were no front brake pads.Before the first day was over, I had already written off the 2 front tyres and various parts of the front suspension by hitting a monumentally huge pot hole.The other problem being that Malawian tarmac roads are excellent (bearing no relation to the shocking state of the dirt roads), but as soon as one crosses the border into Mozambique, the sealed surface is pocked with age old scars testifying to years, probably decades of neglect.An hour or so later, after watching the wheel alignment being fixed using a piece a string and a lot of guesswork, I was back on the road, with 1 tyre close to exploding and still 200kms to cover before reaching the nearest town from which I could buy tyres.Needless to say I drove very cautiously from here on.Arriving in Tete, I encountered that fantastic Mozambican generosity that made me write so lovingly about the country last time I travelled through on the way north.ZimGabeDay 3 was where the real action was to start.Malawi to Johannesburg without entering Zimbabwe at some point, unless you want to take the better part of a week.Zim dollars, enough to buy a orange perhaps.The juddering clutch had shaken free a wad of exhaust paste, so the car now sounded like something out of wacky racers.The clutch was verging on the unusable.If I was to avoid changing money, I would need to get the car through Zimbabwe without another unscheduled mechanic stop.Unfortunately, the closest I can find fuel in Mozambique turned out to be 100kms from the border, which meant I had a range of about 700kms of fuel to cover about 570kms.The first road block, not 5kms from the border stopped me and asked for my insurance.Zimbabwe for the same offence.Zimbabwean police a reason to exact a bribe, and headed back to the border to buy insurance, furious with myself for screwing up, but at the same time slightly excited at having bribed my first official.They start by asking for your licence and car details, but will drop the request and let you through quicker if you give them something.Sometimes the police were annoyed, quite often they laughed, but I managed to get through the country without paying any more money.Limpopo, in the northern part of South Africa.IT project, with scope for rollout in Malawi and Uganda too.Despite their shakey start they managed to somehow resurrect my phone, although the microphone isn't working very well.My improved fitness levels gave me a false confidence in my body's ability to fight the bug (which came from drinking untreated water I think, whoops).It was strange camping for 3 days amongst western tourists, all of them young backpackers.For the first time in 2 months I more or less blended in with my surroundings (there were even other enlightened men with beards).Despite the sudden disappearance of the communication barrier, this temporary break in my celebrity status left me feeling a little lonely.I'm hoping to have some pictures soon.Rather than feeling like a cheat, these welcome breaks in the cycling have turned out to be a lot of fun.Flags fly proudly in rural villages, and survivors of land mine explosions sitting by the roadside are a grim reminder that the area was extensively mined, and it is still advisable to stick to the road.Cycling in the foothills of the 2000m mount Gorongoza massif was a pleasant change from the low lying topography of southern Mozambique.The Gorongoza National Park was once home to the continent's highest density of animals of any park or reserve, but suffered extensive poaching during the war years to feed soldiers and locals.Drives through the park with 40 sightings of lions were common, but spotting big game is far from guaranteed now.Since I've been fundraising in part for the World Land Trust (a registered charity) it was interesting to get an incite into a forestry carbon offset project.Thanks are due to Dr Morais for putting me in touch (and for rescuing me from Pomene!Casey Ryan for taking the time to explain the project to me.The World Food Program and UNICEF tents are still here, though most of peoples' houses seem to be largely reconstructed now.As with the recent hurricane that swept through Vilankulos on the coast, the thatch and woven huts weather the storm much better than brick buildings, whose tin roofs are the first casualties of high winds.The river crossing had been built up in my head as the final milestone before finishing the ride, and in those last few days I knew in the back of my head that I would complete the journey.On the first day I cycled through villages without road access, following the Zambezi and its tributaries North towards Malawi .Passing a group of young children in a village one of them spotted me and started to repeat the word over and over, "uzungu, uzungu, uzungu!".Indiana Jones like scene, about to be boiled up for dinner by a bunch of 8 year olds, and the whole thing made me chuckle.As we passed more kids, so they joined my band and on we went Malawi bound.Just then I heard a blast of water spray and glanced to the river to see a hippo.The swimming option suddenly disappeared from the table.My friendly passer by helped me dismantle my equipment and climb over the rocks to the path on the other side, where I said goodbye to my band of followers.No furniture in the room, no electricity, no lighting, no water, no toilet or sanitation of any kind."The only Uzungu in the village."Concerned about my total lack of communication, Kathy came to the border and somehow wandered into Mozambique where she spotted me about to cross from the comfort of a bar.The reunion was all the sweeter for having a table of beers at the ready.And FinallyI cycled 4464kms from Cape Town to Malawi.I've ever been this skinny.After stopping cycling my metabolism went into overdrive (starvation mode apparently) and for the first week I was eating about twice as much as I did whilst on the ride.Those that know me already know that I've never been shy at the dinner table, but this was something else, kind of like Tom Hanks in Castaway when he is rescued and just eats everything he sees.Beer has made a welcome return to my diet, and is helping me add back those layers of winter warning fat (winter in Mulanje is about 20 degrees).Chewing my way through about 4000 calories a day was a pleasant way to spend my first week in Malawi.I'm paranoid that I'll miss someone else, so a blanket thanks will have to suffice until I get a chance to thank everyone personally.Against the odds (mainly serious unseasonal rains) I have managed to complete the last phase of my journey.I've been up against some pretty serious technology challenges recently, which have prevented me posting.Last time I wrote I was a couple of days from completing the Freedom Trail, the solo offroad ride across South Africa.However the blog has fallen behind, and I am now in Mozambique, having already ridden through the rest of South Africa and Swaziland.Let me bring you up to date...The kitchen in the guesthouse where I was booked in was closed for the weekend, so I walked 2km to the mall and celebrated bachelor style with a pint of Guiness and a takeaway pizza eaten in a fastfood restaurant doorway.Forgive me, I'm painting a somewhat drab picture of the end of the trail, which doesn't really do the experience justice at all.There were actually 2 earlier points during the day when I considered that the trail had ended.The first came at about 9am that day.The ocean must have been about 100km away, but it was a fantastically clear morning, and there it was, the Eastern coast of South Africa.The city hit me suddenly when I encountered the first traffic light I had seen in 5 weeks, and somewhat symbolically it was red.Being forced to stop in my tracks by some unseen computer somewhere marked the second point at which I felt that the trail really had come to an end.It's difficult to sum up the experience in a few words, although if you've been following the blog you will have a reasonable idea already, so I've decided instead to sum it up in numbers.Open letter to Freedom Challenge CompetitorsIf you're one of the people that's been following the blog because you are competing in either the Freedom Challenge, or the whole Extreme Triathlon this year, then firstly, good luck.You will experience a variety of qualities of food.Obviously this will be difficult if you crawl into the farm at 1am and want to leave at 6.And unless you've done the trail before, or are riding with someone else that has, you will definitely get lost.The kind guys at Hattons Cycles stayed behind to finish the job, long after the door closed, so that I could leave in the morning.My emergency blanket was promoted to regular sleeping bag wrapper, and I slept in all my clothes.The highlight was riding through the Hlane Royal National Park.No, really) I was pleased as punch.Peeling it with my leatherman and taking a big bite, I glanced across the road and saw a big baboon that had had the same idea.Only, being 100 million years behind me on the evolutionary timeline, it was using a swiss army knife.Well they saw it never rains but it pours, there must have been 30 around the dam about 200 metres from me.It actually shelters a guy selling cashew nuts.Mozambique (so far)I had visions of reaching the capital, Maputo, being another milestone on the journey.Paul E gave me an excellent portuguese phrase book before I left, which has come in handy many times already.It is, however geared to a stay in Portugal rather than one of it's 3rd world colonies.Sorry about all the vomit around the campsiteAnd FinallyWell that's enough for this week.There have been a couple of late comers to the sponsorship page this week, i see, and we are tantalisingly close to the target of 3k, so if you were holding off because you didn't think I'd make it and you know that just giving won't give your money back, then you no longer have anything to worry about, I have done it.Everything else now is just a bonus.Back to Mountain BikingJust in case you thought I had turned into some kind of rad snow bum, I am actually still mountain biking out here.Five minutes later I overtook the same police vehicle on the way down using the verge of the 1 lane pass.The er, head of the pass.Still pretty cold at 2500mLeaving Rhodes with it's skiing resort and helicopters, and descending into Vuvu was like taking a trip back in time.They ranged in age from about 11 upwards.From my vantage point on the hill 100m away it felt as though I could hear everything that was going on in the village.Thankfully my guide, Tsepu, grew up in this area and works as a hiking trail guide in the surrounding Drakensberg escarpment, and seemed to know his way around the rabbit warren of cattle paths and vehicle tracks.Three of next four days I would stay at accommodation without electricity, the first night in Vuvu being the most basic.Tsepu and I shared half of a hut, a rough partition dividing our space from that of a teacher from the local school.It was simple yet tasty, which was fortunate, for I would eat the same meal for breakfast and lunch too.Link Community Development works with this school, and in the morning I had a look around.NtskeniAfter Matatiele, I spent 2 days riding in the Ntskeni nature reserve.In the morning I climbed up to the ridge line below the 2150m peak of Ntskeni itself and the view was simply breathtaking.I've come to expect not to see signs of human activity in the nature reserves, but the combination of the steep mountainous landscape and morning mist was stunning.There hasn't been much change in my finger tip situation, in that i still have pins and needles in the tips when I touch anything.With only a couple of days left of the Freedom Trail to ride, my thoughts have already begun to turn towards the next and final phase of this journey, the haul to Malawi.To: Alex ButcherHi Alex,Been watching you blog avidly.CheersAndy EarnshawIn responseAndy, I think You'll agree I have mastered my pig impression since my UBS days.Enjoying the snowI've been cycling through the Drakensberg mountains for the last few days, and my arrival has marked another dramatic change to my surroundings.The slopes are covered with grassland, and the snow capped peaks are even more dramatic.The days start below freezing, but gradually warm up to the low teens.So of course, once I say the 50cm deep snow I couldn't resist and rented a board, just to see if I could remember how.It makes Glen Coe look like the entire three valleys area in the Alps.There is one nursery slope and two grown up slopes, which I shared with a dozen other people.This is South Africa's only serious resort at which one may come and stay, rent equipment etc.As you can imagine, it is a somewhat exclusive haunt.The workers' football pitch just below the snow line is in no condition for a game as it is home to 3 helicopters of current guests.The cost of using the facilities is similar to a day in any of the alpine resorts, so considering purchasing power, (let alone the fact that most alpine resorts have about 200 times more piste), I would say that makes it many times as expensive to the locals.Rand for the day, but to be honest it felt as though I'd been temporarily transported out of the Eastern Cape, and it wasn't until later that I even considered the hypocrisy of raising money in part for educating some of the poorest people in this country, but taking a day out from the challenge to relax with the wealthiest.After about 30 minutes I fell and strained my neck, nothing too serious.All was not lost, however, as the resort is nestled up against the slopes of Ben Mac Duhi, the highest peak in the Cape.This peak is the highest I will ascend on this journey, and I took a moment at the top to consider that I was standing 3 vertical kilometres higher than when I set off from the beach in Cape Town one moth earlier.From the top the views into Lesotho 20km away were stunning.Can anyone tell me how long it takes to grow new nerve endings or whatever?Answers on a comment please.GPS, but that has proved a bit much for my phone to handle, and sadly the map has fallen behind.Except to say that I am compiling my first ever christmas card list based on the names on the just giving page...South Africa is in Africa right?The land of lions in the streets, elephants in your vegetable patch and red hazy African sunsets.Change was definitely in the air, however, and on my last day of riding across the plains I picked up a serious force 5 head wind which whipped up a dust storm at one point.The farmer told me I needed to ascend to the top to cross over into the neighbouring land, so off I trotted.So I pushed my way steadily up to 2180m where I got cell reception and discovered I should have crossed the ridge 200m below.And then I got a puncture.As i sat down to change my tube it began to snow.Been Framed studio, but it was not going to be that easy.The simplest operations become painstakingly difficult when you lose the use of opposeable thumbs.Whilst inflating the new tube, my pump seized up with puncture sealant from the tube.The wind picked up and the snow became a heavy fall, but I was prepared equipment wise, and felt warm (except for my hands).And, you guessed it, the GPS batteries started to die.It was in these moments when I stopped and waited for David to calculate my position that I realised how cold it was.My speech had become slow and slurred because my face was so cold, and I had ice on my beard (having a beard really helps in cold weather though).By the time i made it off the ridge the sun had set completely and the moon was obscured by snow clouds, and once again I was dependant on my head torch for navigation.The worst case scenario would be that I abandoned my disfunctional bike and hiked down the hill to the nearest farm, which I felt that I would have energy to do.The light descended slowly from high up on a ridge, and became 2 headlights as it neared.It made me smile to think that he had used tracking skills to locate me in a muddy field in the pitch black night.We used hot water to declog everything, but as I rode off from the farm house 10 minutes later, the hot water had already frozen all of my cables, so for the rest of the morning i had no gear changing ability unless i stopped and strategically kicked various components.Today I am resting and it is day 26 of 38 planned days to complete the trail.Facebook followers, but less than half that many donations...And it is a sponsored walk since i often spend hours pushing my bike.How to SponsorIf you are happy to use just giving ...This is a paragraph of text that could go in the sidebar.If anything interesting happens I'll probably go on about it here.To: Alex ButcherHi Alex,Been watching you blog avidly.Best news is thatyou've recovered.The day it snowedPG: Parental GuidanceIf you are o...Getting up to Date
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Only Mp3.You Will Always Find Me In The Kitchen At Parties (12")
You Will Always Find M...The Remix Album (CD)
Adelante!Remixes) (CD, Maxi)
I Have A Dream (Enuf E...Have A Dream (Remixes) (12")
I Have A Dream (Sound ...Soul To Bare (Disk 1) (Techno Mixes) (12")
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Because I Love You (Al...Friends (12")
Friends (Alex Butcher ...Friends (Remixes) (12")
Friends (Alex Butcher ...Sometimes My Heart (12")
Sometimes My Heart (Al...Sometimes My Heart (12", Promo)
Sometimes My Heart (Al...CD)
Was Die Zukunft Bringt...You Will Always Find Me In The Kitchen At Parties (CD, Maxi)
You Will Always Find M...In The Mix 2 (CD)
Friends (Alex Butcher ...For Your Love (CD, Maxi, Promo)
For Your Love (Alex Bu...Sometimes My Heart (CD, Maxi)
Sometimes My Heart (Al...Trip 2 Wonderland (Part II) (12")
Big.Ran (12")
I Ran (Alex Butcher Re...Modern World Of Today (2xCD)
Human (Special Club Ve...Modern World Of Today (CD)
Human (Special Club Ve...De DansSalon Volume 2 (CD)
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Warp Drive Intro, Der ...Drizzly Ten, An Own World Vol.Update Information: Click this button to correct information, submit new information or submit images.Orders placed before 2pm PST (5pm EST) will ship today, others will ship tomorrow.This information has not been verified.With Butcher in goal, there was no hope.Evergreen, everygrey Ian Holdom caressed his penalty in, while Alex Butcher got nowhere near the Swift penalty.Anthoney Shepard blasted home his penalty, while Alex Butcher got nowhere near the swift penalty.Bryan Roy anagram Roy Byron eased his penalty home, while Alex Butcher got nowhere near the swift penalty.Mark Ponsford made no mistake from the spot, as Alex Butcher dived, but got nowhere near the swift penalty.Gary Quinnell was on hand to secure the victory, which was fortunate because Alex Butcher got nowhere near the swift penalty.Fortunately, Alex Butcher was still focused on the game and alert to the danger.Unfortunately, he decided to dive over the ball and gift Harpenden the lead.Both the goal frames were rattled and John Danslow had a header well saved at point blank range, while master butcher Alex was also busy preventing further additions to the score.At the back Fred Elliots' natural successor Alex Butcher had little to do in goal behind a solid defence that contained Cinderella's ugly sisters, the twin monsters of John Danslow and Paul Moore, superbly marshalled by the man that loves a shoulder drop, Gary Quinnell.Not who you were looking for?Eagle Rock Energy Partners, L.
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