To Quit or not to Quit

Well after 2 1/2 weeks of pain in my neck and arm I have begun to think the unthinkable: to abort my trip and go home. As Dirty Harry once said, “A man’s got to know his limitations.” I guess I have pushed myself as far as I can. To continue in this condition would be pointless: Hauling my bike and gear onto a bus, riding all day, hauling it off, searching for a hotel, and then just laying in bed until another bus the next day. Not much fun.

I can’t say I am too upset about it. I have mixed feelings about Africa after traveling here for six months. On the one hand it is a completely fascinating place. As far culturally from south beach as you can get. Beautiful scenery, nice beaches, interesting people and lots of wildlife. On the other hand, though, it is poor, dirty, and nothing works. People are always asking for money or hustling you. Perhaps it is because I have been on the road for so long, or maybe it’s Africa, but lately I have found myself saying a lot,  “God, it will be so good to get home.” Well God, evidently, was listening.

The other good thing about leaving early is that I still have a few bucks in the bank which I will need to take care of this darn neck injury (I hate to call it an injury since nothing happened to cause it; it’s more like a malfunction) since I do not have insurance. My travel insurance won’t cover it.

So, I am going to give myself another 3-4 days just to see if I miraculously recover. If not, I will have to throw in the towel.

I have not taken many pix as you can imagine. Here’s why.