Jessie Reid

When a group of self-proclaimed "bloody ancient" cyclists decided to pedal 3,500 kilometres from Harare to Angola, I knew this wasn't just another adventure – it was a story that needed telling. The Old Legs Tour isn't about athletic glory or conquering mountains; it's about a band of pensioners and near-pensioners who refuse to let age define their limits while raising vital funds for Zimbabwe's forgotten generation. Through sand that swallowed wheels, roads that tested every ounce of determination, and police escorts that appeared like guardian angels in the most remote corners of Angola, I documented not just an epic cycling journey, but the raw humanity of it all – the camaraderie forged through suffering, the kindness of strangers in foreign lands, the absurd humour that emerges when everything goes wrong, and the quiet moments when exhausted riders remember exactly why they're putting their old legs through this beautiful torture. These photographs capture more than just cyclists on an African odyssey; they document the intersection of adventure and altruism, where having fun, doing good, and doing epic collide in the most gloriously chaotic way. From the chaos of Mazoe to the railway stations of Eastern Angola, from flesh wounds treated at roadside clinics to triumphant arrivals at destinations they weren't sure they'd reach, this is the visual story of ordinary people doing something extraordinary – proving that old legs can still pedal towards purpose.