We turned our clocks back an hour due to the time difference between Botswana and Namibia. The sun rose early and although we all did as well we took our time setting off. The East Gate Lodge, where we stayed had everything we needed along with home cooking so it was hard to leave it behind. Besides the previous day sapped quite a bit of our energy. Today's ride of 162 km was probably my hardest. Namibia presented rolling hills first up and this was quite a change from the flat Botswana landscape. It was tough backing up from the previous 3 days of long rides. Often during the day I felt like sleeping. It's not a super sensation to have on the bike! We had a cross wind again which we negotiated for the bulk of the day. We saw some warthog and a variety of Deer early in the day but our minds were more on the challenge of getting to Windhoek by tomorrow evening. This entails yet another 160 k ride tomorrow. We stopped at Gobabis for our first cold drink of the day and to buy some food to get us through to Windhoek. This town provided our first view of Namibian life. Like Botswana there are few people in this quite large country. Less than 2 million. In Zambia there were always people roadside even in the remoter areas but not in Botswana or Namibia. The Namibians seem a little more affluent. There are alot of safari and game hunting lodges. Police are plentiful as well and there are quite a few roadside checks of licenses etc occurring. Today's ride took us past sunset again and I was riding without a front light. I left it at home. The night riding was the highlight of my day. The orange hue of the Namibian sunset remained on the horizon, it was cooler and the wind had all but subsided. The boys looked after me and I rode close to their rear tyres to benefit from their headlamps. We rode in the darkness for just over an hour before pulling up in a small roadside stop called Witvlei. There was nowhere to stay or camp and we were dead on our feet. There was a guest house type building not open but Shane and Wade managed to negotiate with the young local caretaker that we all sleep on the shop floor attached to the complex. An added bonus was that once inside we gave him money for food which he had previously said was not available to us. Ice creams included. I am lying in my sleeping bag on the floor now reflecting on his trust and generosity opening his door at night to 5 exhausted cyclists. I wonder whether we would do the same back home if 5 strangers knocked on our door and asked for some shelter and safety for the night. Hats off to this particular young Namibian gentleman. Tomorrow is my final day riding with the guys prior to a much needed rest day and then a bittersweet departure. I know I am well and truly fatigued now but I will put on my bravest face to complete what I set out to do and ensure the guys regard me as a worthy wingman. It's 915 pm and everyone on the floor beside me is asleep. Tomorrow I will ride my 2000th kilometer since arriving in Lusaka, Zambia. Happy Easter, admittedly it didn't feel like Easter Sunday over here and the bunny obviously found it hard to locate us being in transit and all...