And on the Second Day, they said "There will be a container." And there was. And it was good.

After a surprise transport delay had made us hold our collective breath for one day and one night, a call came through early on Sunday morning. The container of donation bikes was in Rundu, Namibia, 150 miles away from Erasmus' homestead in Mutjiku. And it was now heading our way.
Still holding our breath, and starting to turn a bit blue, Erasmus, Kami, Ken, Matt, and I headed about 15 miles down the road to the nearby village of Divundu to meet the truck.

On the way we bumped into Mukena, who was out on a bicycle errand picking up some new custom t-shirts that the Makveto crew had made. Though you'd almost think it was the last thing that would be needed, t-shirts like these are actually very significant here. They give organizations and businesses real legitimacy. And let's face it, whether you're in rural southern Africa or downtown San Francisco, everyone digs a cool t-shirt.

When we finally caught sight of the truck, we had trouble containing ourselves, and not just because we could breathe again. It was a vision of beauty, that container that I had last seen in our warehouse in San Rafael, California. After traveling more than 13,000 miles over land and sea it had arrived. The donation bikes from our customers were here, and considering our remote surroundings, we almost couldn't believe our eyes.