TdA Stage 68. Time to Get Creative.

152km. Lusaka to Oasis Camp.
I'm not entirely certain why this is called Oasis Camp. There are no palm trees or pools of water. No views to speak of. We've cycled past some pretty nature spots in this country, but this isn't one of them. They aren't playing any Oasis music either. Maybe oasis means something different in Zambia.
And in other news, my stint of good health has been short lived. It is getting to the point at which I'm losing hope that my body will return to its full gusto while I am on this continent. Tomorrow's ride is 182km. I'm not yet at the point at which I am questioning my will to get back in the saddle, but I am finding myself searching for ways to keep my spirits up as these sick days wear on me mentally and physically.