[聽Yueqing聽]
I suppose everyone has their Everest to climb, though ironically that mountain never spoke to me. For me it was always Sagarmatha’s sexier, deadlier little sister K2, tattooed from head to toe and giving zero f*%ks. Even her name was intimidating, “Oh, I can’t be bothered with such banalities as a name, I’m too busy eating tiny humans for lunch.” Nom. Nom. Nom.
For this tiny human, Africa by Bicycle is聽my K2. My vision quest.
Whence this idea? I couldn’t say. But I do know when it appeared. I had returned from a cycling trip in Indonesia, my first solo outing in the Global South. With a bigger heart and broader mind I had returned to the same聽beige cubicle, working the same beige job for the same聽beige corporation run by the same beige cardboard cut-outs of humanity who wore Hawaiian shirts to their quarterly Corporate Earnings meetings thinking they were “hip” and “cool” and being generally the kind of people who would use those actual words while wearing Hawaiian shirts to lead Powerpoint-driven Corporate Earnings meetings.
Silicon Valley, meet thyself.
And yet, out of nowhere, floating high above this colorless morass? One word:聽Africa. A brightly colored, lethal whisper. Af-ri-ca.聽Thirty-point-two聽million square kilometers of聽“F*%k You, Beige!”
My workstation聽was soon covered in Africana: a map on the wall, each country labeled with its relevant Travel Advisory or Travel Warning from the U.S. Department of State. Print-outs with each country’s flags and general statistics (from the CIA’s World Fact Book; Seriously), kitschy pictures of shorelines and elephants and Baobab trees. I left聽a copy or two of National Geographic on my desk, but was quickly informed by Human Resources that “Exposed Women’s Breasts aren’t allowed on-site.”
Summarily聽deprived of bosoms, I obsessed instead over potential routes–a graph theory problem with severe restrictions. Find complete聽route 危聽from Vertex 螒聽(Cape Town)聽to Vertex 惟聽(Casablanca), with the fewest total kilometers spent on Travel Warning or War Zone edges; avoid聽all vertices labeled聽“land mine,” “genocide,” or “ransom.” The Democratic Republic of Congo (DRC)–Conrad’s infamous Heart of Darkness–was to be avoided at all costs: Here Be Dragons!
*****
That was a decade ago. Since then I have escaped The Beige. Nepal has happened. India has happened. These led聽to Turkey, then聽Morocco. Morocco, in north Africa.聽Morocco, with its聽brief two-wheeled joyride– on a moped of all things–but a ride nonetheless. And along the mighty Sahara’s edge.
The whisper has returned.聽Nom nom聽indeed.
[ Featured Image of K2 is from the Moncler K2 2014 Website, in support of the 60th Anniversary K2 Expedition from that year. 漏 Moncler.com, All Rights Reserved. ]