At breakfast, even the table was so cluttered, I could barely eat without spilling my coffee or knocking over the plates, glasses, cups, baskets, flowers, napkins, more lamps, beads, them lace mat thingy me bobs, each table even had its own toaster.

I excitedly walk round to the BMW showroom to pick up Livingstone. I knew he wouldn’t be ready but I missed him, and wanted to see Gavin at work. Along the way I safely walk the streets of Upington to call at

After a day and a half locked in my room with depression at the thought of this adventure coming to an end, I wake up this morning in a better mood. The sun is out and Livingstone is calling. I can’t wait

A much needed lie in, all inclusive breakfast then a failed attempt to repair my GPS charging lead. Instead I clean Livingstone in preparation for his proud entry in to Cape Town in a few days’ time. Feeling very depressed at the

449 miles I leave the unwelcoming Francistown and head South towards South Africa. For once, I am unsure of my plans and just keep riding. Up to now, I haven’t been lonely along this adventure and when I have been riding with

Setting off early from my Livingstone lodge in Zambia, I soon cross the mighty Zambezi River using the well-known bridge into Zimbabwe acting as a natural border. Crossing the bridge I see the empty falls revealing its sharp cliff faces. There was