Around 10 this morning I took the last picture of The Adventurer as she turned the corner and drove out of sight on the heavily laden Dax heading for the fairest Cape of them all.
I swung my camera over my shoulder, bent down to hug The Princess and stepped into a sea of mixed emotions and feelings. There she goes. Again. On an adventure. Alone.
A piece of my heart slipped into her baggage. Heaven knows where it found space. But there she goes. Again. And I turn back. Alone.
It is that time of year where the darkness starts rolling in earlier and as it does so, it steals the last bit of heat from the weakened sunrays and brings with it its own chill. Tonight there isn’t only a definite nip in the air, but my house and my heart seem to have assimilated that same coldness that emptiness brings.
The Adventurer will be setting out from Agulhas, the southern tip of Africa on Saturday, to become the first woman to circumnavigate the second largest continent in the world. For more than 36,000 kilometers it will just be her and Dax, her trusted BMW Dakar motorbike.
