Safari by motorcycle, that had been the plan for Africa.  Donna-Rae and Greg had planned to ride through inexpensive Africa on a true motorcycle safari.  They were going to purchase or rent a large motorcycle, then lease a fully outfitted Land Rover for desert and jungle travel to follow them.  The Land Rover would solve one of the biggest problems Donna-Rae had faced on her adventure: where to carry all the souvenirs she was purchasing.  Obviously there was little room to carry items like inexpensive handmade capes, caps and gloves on the already overburdened motorcycle.  She had to resort to mailing parcels home at a cost that made the items no longer the “deals” she thought they were. Having an empty Land Rover following them meant that weight and space would no longer be a point of contention between the pilot (Greg) and the pillion (Donna-Rae) as they plowed through deep sands of deserts like the Kalahari or the jungle mud and swamps of the Okavango River along the Namibian and Angola border.  Not only could the Land Rover carry Donna-Rae’s purchases but also the tent, sleeping bags, and luggage, thereby making Greg’s daily manhandling the overburdened motorcycle much easier. 

     Of course they would need someone to drive the Land Rover.  Greg recommended they hire a local native, someone who knew the deserts and jungles, but who would also be appreciative of the opportunity for work, three solid meals each day and driving a 4 x 4 all-terrain vehicle.  The image they conjured up was that of a modern day bearer who would drive the Land Rover behind the motorcycle.  At the end of the riding day the bearer (Greg dubbed him their “Moses”) would do the donkey work of unloading the luggage, erecting the tent, laying out the sleeping bags, constructing a latrine, then preparing dinner which would Moses would serve on a cloth covered table underneath an awning.  As Donna-Rae and Greg watched the sunset, Moses would wash the dishes, scrounge firewood and quietly play a drum to coax wild life away from the campsite.  Throughout the night Moses would tend the fire and ward off unwelcome visitors.  In the morning, as Donna-Rae and Greg ate Moses’ prepared breakfast, he would break camp, then lug and pack all the luggage in the Land Rover.  In the 100-degree morning heat Greg would not be wearing himself out before starting a long day of hard riding and could concern himself only with the maintenance and piloting of the motorcycle. 

       Table Mountain overlooks Cape Town and greeted the travelers as they touched down in Africa, the first time for Donna-Rae, fourth for Greg.  When a tout offered to guide Greg and Donna-Rae up one of the 550 walks that mount the titanic plateau, Greg said, “Nope, not for me.  I’m a biker, not a hiker.”  He then began his search for a motorcycle, Land Rover and Moses while Donna-Rae hiked to the nearest post office to send off another parcel to the United States.