Cairo to Cape Town Adventurer launches brand new "story telling" initiative

On 2 March Keegan Longueira rolled into the Waterfront in Cape Town South Africa, on his second hand bicycle, ager cycling the length of Africa, Cairo to Cape Town in just 59 Days. He beat the previous record held by dutch cyclist Robert Knol, the previous record was 71 Days.

Now the real adventure begins. "Its not about the adventure, its about the stories afterwards that make peoples hearts come alive," said Keegan about his brand new series of talks on the Cairo to Cape Town expedition.
"Usually people write books, we want to revolutionize that, we want to make the audience feel like they are there on the bike with me," he said.

Keegan has spent a good part of the month in the recording studio, re living the entire experience, day by day. The grueling process was finished just in time before he left for the DRC on a medical mission with Operation Smile. The talks will now be mastered and put into chapters which will be available soon. The audio series will be launched on iTunes, sound cloud and the Android Playstore within the next couple of months.

"This is an incredible project and we are proud to be part of it," said Mr Jean Michel Masson owner of Masson Media who committed their media team to the project.

"I really can't wait to get this out there, people can listen in their cars, on their phones, iPads and anywhere they want, I love the freedom in that!" said Keegan.

Attached are the links to the Trailer Video and Audio sound cloud link, explaining the project.

Sound Cloud link: https://soundcloud.com/keegan-longueira/cairo-to-cape-town-audio-series

Lost and off track

With so much going off, it's so easy to step back and realize you have drifted so far off your original path its scary.

The problem with my life is that it is so public. Everything that happens or I say I am open about and let people know. It trying to create a transparent, truthful and open man I have created a man who stands in front of a firing shad all day being blown to pieces. In my transparency, my faults are clearly visible which leaves me left in the dark while stores and comments spread like wild fire. It hurts more than anything to know that the reason you do things is being viewed by others as anterior motives.

I watched the small extract on Riaan Mansers and Vasti's documentary the other day on carte blanch. They had such an incredible journey across the Atlantic! The truth and love I saw in Riaans eyes when he finished the journey in New York was unbelievable. There is something very special about Riaan. Through his life as an adventurer he has chased freedom, hard ships and love in everything he does. Perhaps Riaan doesn't even know but so called "Adventurers" actually criticize him for what he does. Some hate everything he stands for and its so sad to see a war on words happening between adventurers.

I take my hat off to the two of them who trudge through trouble every day even when not out on a trip.

Back to the drawing board for me. 5 Months left and I don't have one visa, my flights are not booked and all my sponsors and friends are not on board. Scary stuff.

The reasons we love gym

I sit under the hood,which hides my identity from the world, and stare down at my swollen hands which rest on lap facing downwards. The smell of sweat, blood, broken dreams and hopes fill my nostrils...this is my battlefield.

My chest rhythmically balloons up and down as I try recover while my head falls back and rests just over the cold leather bench which supports my back. Im focused, my eyes are now closed as I see the music in my mind that blares into my ears. The muffled noise to those which pass is my inspiration. Behind the music I can faintly make out the sound of clanging iron and shouts of encouragement. The dark room lightens slightly as the clock hits 5am. My shoulders are paining, there is little that can compare to the numb bulging feeling I feel in my arms. "You will amount to nothing," "You are going nowhere", the words of critics fill my conscious mind as I reach down and clench my weights...the only thing that doesn't lie to me, my only true friend, my brother, my advisor...my iron. I heave each dumbbell onto my thighs one at a time while never loosing sight of the faded number tippexed on the face of the plates. I have nothing left inside my muscles and the only energy pushing me forward is that of the cruel words whispered at me behind my back..."failure" I whisper to myself as my right leg kicks to assist me bringing the weight up to my shoulder. My left leg now kicks as I shove the second dumbbell to my shoulder. My back feels as if its breaking under the pressure but the motivation inside of me balances my spine. 

I compose myself, the calm before the storm...I am ready. You see because its never been about the weights I fling around nor the man I see in the mirror. It has simply become a punishment, a self inflicted yet passionate pain that moulds my mind, my character and my entire being. I clench my teeth as I throw the iron heavenly, my head feels as if its about to explode. As I lower the weights and catapult these dreams upwards again my neck muscles and back clench tightly. By the third repetition my arms shake violently. This is where champions are made I say over and over in my head as the sound of my heart beat thuds in my ear. I feel the throb of my heart in my eyes and head as I complete the fourth repetition. By the fifth, my arms are failing. I call upon my heart once more as I shut the excuses in my mind up for the last time. The weights clang in unison with my shaking arms and as they reach the summit of my repetition they begin pressing downwards quickly. Gravity seems stronger as ever as I throw the dumbbells into a pile on the floor in front of me. I drop my head once more, not looking up, staring...staring at my broken dreams. I stare at the veins in my hands, my shoulders are tighter than ever as my chest begins to balloon one more. A drop of blood falls onto my sweaty gym track pants as I continue to stare at the weights on the floor. I will never give up. I will continue to pursue perfection in everything I do. I am a man, full of courage, ready to chase a path less travelled in order to obtain a prize no man can touch, taste or feel. This is my battlefield.