La Paz to Tupiza

What an incredible full day of driving today, from la Paz to Tupiza (15.5 hours). The scenery was spectacular and we were taken on a journey from Mars landscapes to moonscapes to Scottish highlands… Bolivia is just magnificently beautiful. I’m not sure if I mentioned in my last blog, but Bolivia shut down the border post and the main road for our entrance. Leaving was no different. Apart from the odd car or truck, we traveled nearly 800km on road that was reserved for us. Policemen and women or army personnel were stationed along the entire route. It was quite…

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Arequipa to La Paz

We arrived in Arequipa to find all the riders accounted for - some sleeping and some still sorting their things and roadbooks. Dakar had organised a passport control centre, which made the border crossing into Bolivia a total dream. We had to set our watches an hour forward to Bolivia time which made our arrival after midnight. There was still plenty to organise for the next day and I finally left Peggy, still working, and went to sleep for 90 minutes before we had to be up for the stage from Arequipa to La Paz in Bolivia. The riders had…

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San Juan de Marcona to Arequipa

Today we started early and saw the riders off on what was to be a brutal stage. We get the roadbooks every night at 5pm to begin marking them for hazards and changes. It tells a story that begins to read like a book, and it was clear that today would be almost as tough as yesterday. I drove with the team boss and other team members today. We stopped at the start of the first special stage and the refuel point after the second special stage, before the liaison stage of around 450km. The road took us through canyons…

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Lima to Pisco

Our first proper day of racing took us from Lima through to Pisco. While the bikes will certainly always have the best views from the top of enormous dunes, our views were truly beautiful too. We were spoilt here with a two-day camp, as the riders did a loop from the Bivouac on day two. Riding was tough, particularly on day two, with a couple of our team’s riders running out of fuel due to the terribly soft sand. I’ve taken a walk around the bivouac on both evenings and it’s so hard to believe the scale of this event.…

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It’s happening!

I have had goosebumps for the last two days. We met the HT Rally Team and were introduced to the setting up of the Bivouac yesterday. I kept looking around at the trucks, cars and overhead helicopters and reminding myself that this was actually happening around us and that we weren’t watching something on the Discovery channel. Today, was the arduous process of scrutineering, where bikes, rider gear and all paperwork is checked. Here, we started to see the magnitude of Dakar behind the scenes - media, medical, technical staff, administrative staff, and and and… It is a production like…

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The First Leg

31 December 2017 Ive been travelling for about 30 hours and I have to once again conclude that 6 foot does not travel well in economy. My hotel transfer met me as promised, for which I was terribly grateful. His name was Jose (obviously) and he was lovely. He told me to sit in the back and I knew I was in for a rough ride. I quickly learned that in Lima: Enthusiastic use of hooters is applauded and rewarded with equally enthusiastic use from drivers also cutting across three lanes where not even a seasoned racer would dare. Also…

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Pre-Dakar

2nd January 2018 I woke up at 4am again this morning. I’m still battling the jet lag but it could always be worse. Breakfast was a delightful fish curry and it once again kept me going for most of the day. I was taxied to downtown Lima where I visited an art museum and the Cathedral Basilica of Lima, home to the conquistador Francisco Pizarro, who laid the first stone in 1535. The cathedral has undergone many rebuilds and renovations over the years, mostly due to earthquake damage (I had forgotten this detail before embarking on my trip); and it…

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Dakar 2018: My privilege. My pleasure.

I have always loved motorbikes, cars, 4X4 vehicles, boats – basically, anything with an engine that could move. Ever since I can remember, the Dakar Rally has been one of those events that one can only dream about. Shortly after my mom passed away last year, I went on a bike rally in the Tankwa, Karoo with a close friend. During the rally, I got horribly lost and destroyed my motorbike (Victor – now resurrected), but thankfully not myself and all things considered, I had the most wonderful, healing time with my friend. The divine interventions and circumstances that lead…

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