Day 197 - Thurs 15th April, 16458km, Missao, Angola 

After another ten hour stint in the saddle, including 60 odd km of horrendous rough and wet dirt that has left me wondering when I’ll be able to enjoy sitting down again, I am truly cream crackered. I can’t help feeling annoyed with the Chinese, whose road building efforts are clearly based on speed and cost with scant regard for the quality required to withstand the trucks, storms or a rampaging Bertha. There was certainly plenty of flooding along the way as I passed through a flat landscape of savannah woodland grazed by cattle and goats. While local men appear to have given up on traditional clothing I’ve seen lots of topless elderly women with large bead necklaces that can only have hidden their decency a long time before gravity had its way!