By the time I had reached Tofo, aside from a handful two night stays, I had essentially been riding for something like 32 days straight, racing across the continent. The same routine... wake up, pack up my bike, ride all day, arrive somewhere around sundown, unpack, hang out, sleep, wake up... Riding like that eventually wears on you and it's not longer fun. After two nights there in essentially paradise, I looked at my map and calculated the time it would take to get back to Cape Town - if I rode all day every day for another week.. racing through the Garden Route.. I would make it back there just in time for my flight home. I decided to instead stay on the beach a couple more nights and drop my bike off in Johannesburg instead. The Garden Route could wait. Camping in the backpackers backyard. My backpackers, Mozambeat Motel, was booked out for the duration of the trip, but my last night there one of their rooms/cabins had opened up - probably one of the coolest hostel rooms I'd ever stayed in. Sundown on Tofo Beach. Back on the bike after 4 nights rest.