Next stop, Antarctica.

Or for me and H.M. The Bike: Cape Town and London.
On the empty road from Caledon to L'Agulhas, and more so on the emptier stretch from Bredasdorp, a few people by the roadside give a knowing wave, or thumbs-up.
It seemed quite an occasion. I wonder how many bikes per week rumble down this road?

So at Struisbaai we completed another zig of the zig-zag - Indian Ocean at Mombasa, Atlantic at Swakopmund, and now the Indian Ocean again @ Struisbaai. And a few minutes later, with the danger of becoming quite dizzy, here's the Atlantic yet again a yard beyond the marker cairn at Cape Agulhas.
The deed is done!
At twelve, twenty and thirty eight seconds precisely.............

....... on 7th October 2010. Six thousand and fifty four miles, as the crow flies, from home.

A small collection of photos from the tip of Africa:

To provide the final finishing touch, the last three-quarters of a mile here is on a stoney gravel road - very appropriate!

H.M.The Bike on its throne at last. One wheel in each ocean.

A pair of white horses race from one ocean to the next.

The Atlantic weather was winning that day. Dull, dreary and windy, even rain in the night.

The next day was brighter, so a couple of photos of the lighthouse that stands above the track leading down to the headland.