Rear suspension has broken. Help !!

I'm some 600 km inside Mali now. I found a hotel complex in Bamako, the Capital, that let me camp outside. It has security and wi fi. What a result !!!

On route to Mali: Wild camping !!Low quality food every day, i am afriad.

The past 1,300 km from the Gambia to here have been hard going at times. The road sometimes being perfect. And clearly brand new. But other times,completely destroyed. Off road or dust track is  one thing. But huge,deep pot holes. Sometimes the size of car,connected together by a slither of tarmac has broken the seal on my rear mono shock absorber.

frame and the shocker have been damaged !!

Result being the rear mudguard is banging on the tyre,at the slightest bump. To counter,I have been stood up on the foot pegs for most of the past 360 odd kms. Not easy when you have lost 8 or 9 kg in weight.( over a stone in English. Or 18 lbs ish ) It wasn't like I had a lot available to loose in the first place. :)))

I have two requests folks. Firstly, this Challenge, despite mine and others best efforts, has only raised €100 in the past two weeks. £4100 in total.  Christian Walking Around Britain, in aid of homeless servicemen, has raised over £100,000. Difference being his charity donate page went viral on Facebook. Due to folks ' SHARING 'it. And most importantly, his challenge is constantly in the public eye,via the papers. He's even had international interest from TV broadcasters.

This isn't about him and it isn't about me. It's about helping men and women, who have served our country and returned in a wheelchair. Their arms and legs blown off by IED's. And over 70% of our servicemen who have lost an arm,get turned down for Incapacity Benefit !!! As if its their left arm and they are right handed.The governments paid for doctors, say they can still work and do not qualify! !!!

Can you please help me ? A.) Make a donation via the Help for Heroes logo top right. B) SHARE this blog on Facebook and Twitter.

As I mentioned before, my suspension is broken and my rear tyre is now worn. Due to the bottoming out. The mudguard rubbing against the tyre.

With the bribes and over charging of everything, my budget is 100% going to run out, way before Johannesburg.

Can you help me ?

The further and longer I go. The more charity donations we recieve. If you like what I am doing,please make a donation via THE TEAM FUEL BUTTON.

Ive had £85 donated. But the cost of shipping a rear shock absorber and tyre, plus fitting,will be more like £300. And I simply can't cover the cost.  Plus Visas, Passavonts,bribes for the next ten odd countries.

Please don't just hope someone else will do it. Because they will be thinking the same.

Im stuck here in war torn Mali. With my fingers crossed.

Below are some photos I took for you all along the way.This guy looked happy to see me.....not !!! Came over as the kids were showing me their school books. Kids so far, have been lovely. Heart melting stuff.

Super No1 make this bike. Check his tank !

Kids suround me; proudly shows me his school book

I am only ever one incident away from major trouble: personal protection:

on the roqd i hqve q knife under my tank bag:

You can see the where the tyre is bottoming out on the fender :

Nouckhout

Update. Just got to the capital. Did 285 km today. Hot, humid and solitry.Knackered !! For the distance, the most tiering ride so far.But i found a place to camp, right on the beach. I had expected to pitch up at a Gerndarme check point. This place is run by a French guy, called Nicolas. Food is very pricey. More than European prices, but it's only €5 to camp. The beach is white sand and has few people using it. By all accounts, wealthy Mauritanians and Embassy personal come here.

Apparently the capital is an absolute dump. Rubbish everywhere and full of mosquitos. So I'd say I got very lucky. What a contrast. 99% of the country lives in either home made wooden shaks or nomadic tents. Yet here I could be in Barbados.

Just had a German guy come over. We spoke at the Morrocan border. Small world.  He sells cars from Germany in Mauritania. Makes a profit and then lives the good life in northern Morocco.

There seems to be a little industry doing this. In particular selling in The Gambia. Where there isn't any import documents. Going to take a look at it myself.

Well, long day. Very humid. Drank 4 litres of water today, whilest riding. All good though. :) Going to have a quick swim in the morning. :)))

Speak soon.

Will

Mauritania. Day one.

Having done around 450 km yesterday. And now some 170 km into Mauritania. I got up at 6.30 am and boiled some water, with a view to showing my appreciation to the Gerndarme National. ( Mauritanian Police.)

I gave one of them a anglais tee..
He was polite, had a sip and returned the glass. Not ten minutes later one of the Gerndarme came to me with a glass of tea.  Wow !! Talk about a nice cuppa. ( well glass.). Tasted familiar somehow. 10/10.Loved it. I'm actually at a petrol station having one right now.  :)

I had a right giggle with the Gerndarme this morning. Neither of us truly understanding each other. But they were definitely taking the mickey out of one of their team and his hair.To which I pointed and said " Micheal Jackson ". ..and did a rubbish moon walk in the sand. Well, their Kalashnicovs nearly fell over with laughter.

Funny how a laugh and a moon walk can cross language and cultural barriers. :)

It's hot here. And it's only 10.30 am.The very strong wind makes for some interesting riding positions. But that's all part of the fun.

Infrastructure wise. The road is narrow but in good order. The people live in wooden shaks, without electricity or running water. ) That reminds me, im down to my last 3 litres).

So far at least, the Mauritanian people have been friendly. I don't know if they are over charging me. But things are not cheap, cheap.4, 000 local currency, bought me 10 lt of fuel. About £1 a litre. A tiny tea is 100 Ouguiya. ( 25p.) Ciggerets are 600 Ouguiya in the desert. ( £1.50 ) But things like Fanta and chocolate are Uk / western prices. ( If you can find them. )

So far so good. Feeling a tad tiered. The Gerndarme check point was busy all night with trucks. And I didn't get done writing the last blog till gone mid night. ( Check point was a squalid brick building and.....a caravan )!!!!

Aiming for the capital now. And will see if I can repeat camping at a Gerndarme check point near there. Leaving me 200 km to the Senegal. Rosso border crossing point. Which is meant to be very corrupt. But I have my Visa already, which leaves the importation of the bike and buying more extortionate insurance. The rough figure per border is £100, for me and the bike. And i have 16 countries to do.Plus bribes of course ! There is no way my money will last to South Africa. Fingers crossed for the odd ' Fuel Tank ' donation. (Right hand side. ) :))))

Well. Took a few photos. Saving these  blogs to Draft and publishing at suitable moments.

Mauritanian border

I wild camped in the Sahara for the last time, some 150 km south of Dakhla.

I quite enjoy the whole wild camping. Finding a decent spot. Out of view from anyone. I fry the luncheon meat and pop some cheese on the frizzby bread. Have a brew and watch the stars. I've not actually watched a TV show since March. Due to living in the ' bunk waggon ', on the Extreme Stunt Show for 26 weeks. And being on the road doing this challenge, since September 14 th. Can't say I've missed my 42" tv or most of the rubbish on it.

I packed my camp away this morning and was back on the only tarmac road for 11 am. I had about 240 km to the border. From my research, I'd read of bribery on both sides of the border. Hassles and long delays.And definitely a 4 km stretch between Morocco and Mauritania, creativity known as ' No Mans Land '. 

No Man's Land is not tarmac or asphalt. It's desert and rock. Either side of this invisible track is a mine field. I mean that literally. Apparently from a previous war the two countries had. ( Check the photos out. )

One couple blew themselves up recently.  But normally it's just camels that tred on a mine. And proceed to throw themselves 50 meters in the air. And scatter themselves over a half block radius.!!!!!!!

I got to the Morrocan border. A bit tiered , but more annoyed than anything.  At the prospect of being told to pay a bribe multiple times. I decided I would play dumb. ( " Me no understand French. ").And also become a charity worker for African children for the day. :)

Morrocan Police first. Got shouted back, as I rode straight through their check point. " Oops!! " Had to fill a form in, in French. Did it, amazingly, handed it in and got my first passport stamp. All whilst I rattled on about being a charity aid worker in Africa.

Customs the Army and then finally the Police again. All understood I was an aid worker for les enfant african...

It worked. 30 minutes and all done !! A que of folk still waiting, all of whom were ahead of me. Result.

The barrier lifted and the Morrocan tarmac road ended. Into No Mans Land. Loads of annoying people milling about. 'Misuer '...'misuer'....shook my head. Stood up on my bike, put my bum on my rolled up doss bag. And went for it, following the tyre marks in the sand.

Cars were on their roof left and right of me. Stripped out and gutted. (Bit like their owners, no doubt.) Tv sets were stroon everywhere. No idea what that was all about. All while some 'no mans land' man, waved at me. So I took a photo and waved back.

4 km later..." What's all the fuss about " ? Pleased to write that. :)) It obviously can be dangerous. Follow tyre tracks. Say "non" to the dodgy looking men in 'no mans land'. (Name change to 'Loads of Mans Land' , mighty be in order.)

Into Mauritania. ...the border looked decidedly poor, compared to Morocco. The army were scruffy. And the supppsed soldier booking my passport in, spent 20 minutes waffling on his mobile to his Mrs or someone !! ' oy '..I said.Pointing at his computer. I then smiled and went back to being a charity aid worker, for African children. 

Eventually I was met by a lad from The Gambia. A mini con man come Hawker. He filled all my Import paperwork in for the bike. I then paid €10 bribe to Mauritania Customs. And gave the lad €5 for removing all the hassle. €15 and no stress, to get through both borders ?? Happy at that. Paid for my bike insurance €20 for seven days.( No con there.) Changed some Dehram into Mauritanian currency and was off. It's desert, hotter than the Sahara and very, very windy. It's like riding a bike in an oven with a sand blast machine in your face. Liking that a lot. :)))

I've done about 200 km this side. And as I write, am laid in my tent.
Along side a Mauritanian Police check point . They have been just great. Very friendly and helpful. All in French of course. So im utterlizing their security and also gas cooker. Lol. ( They brought it over when they saw my hexi blocks).

All in all, a great day.  Enjoyed it. Mauritania is noticeable hotter. And the desert here has way more bugs and snakes. Ive seen plenty already.One of the pics is a snake I nearly camped next to. You can see the markings in the sand. " ooow snake trails.....ooooow snake "!!! Check out the caravans, that was someone s home and repair business. And look at the local restaurant. Hhhhmmm....yummmy !!!

Early one in the morning, before the sun gets too hot. Heading for the capital, Nouchkot.

I've ridden 450 km today on a 125cc bike. Through deserts and a 4 km long minefield. It's hard going. It's expensive. And it's dangerous. Northern Mauritania, where I am. Is an Al Queda strong hold. I'm doing this to draw attention to the plight of wounded servicemen. Most of whom have lost arms and legs. If you like what I'm doing. Have a heart and click the Help for Heroes logo. Top right. It's direct to the charity. I personally pay for the costs of this challenge. You can then leave me a little message too. :) I like a few words to have my feel good factor.

Please help me out here, so we can help wounded servicemen.

Will