Feb 24, Gogetti Camp to Hosana Camp, 130 km
On skinnier tires and a tuned up bike I set out early for a long day of riding. Lots of ups and downs, literally, but it played to my strength of hill climbing. Had my first machiatto stop mid morning, amazing coffees and pastries along with 15 or so other riders, and a Coke stop in a small town about 100 km into the ride.
Finally, as we were cresting the final hill in the busy town of Hosana, we spied our fellow (faster) riders having cokes at a little cafe. We couldn’t turn down a cold drink on such a hot and hilly day..
I rode with several different people today, but my favorite was finishing the last 30 km or so with Bob, one of the Grumpy Old Men, from Brisbane. He is an old hat at long bike tours and is very encouraging. I also appreciated him hanging a bit longer in Hosana as I searched out toilet paper.. finding a store that sold it was harder than I thought and Bob and I tended to draw a crowd everywhere we went. In fact, when I came out of the store triumphant with my t.p. purchase, I found Bob surrounded by about 20 kids, asking him lots of questions and checking out his bike.
More cheers and jeers from the kids on the side of the road today.. the best ones I heard were “I love you” and, a common one, “Where you go”, to which the answer Kenya mostly produces blank stares.
Camp is especially dusty and windy tonight, putting up the tent was quite an ordeal and the dozens of local kids that gravitate towards camp every night were quite entertained watching me fight with the tent as it blew away
Kendra also had a tough day, but unfortunately not on the road. She isn’t feeling 100% and got herself checked out for all the serious stuff. Nothing showed up, which is a relief, and hopefully with a few more days off the bike she’ll be feeling all better. Not that Kendra shows it.. always positive, despite feeling miserable. The ups and downs keep coming, but it’s all part of the adventure and journey of discovery, both of the countries we visit and of ourselves. – Kari