Kari, Jörg and I rolled out of the Toilet Overflow Camp at the early hour of 6am (Yes, each camp has an identifiable nickname – some more pleasant than others). We enjoyed a relaxed riding pace, chatting on genetically modified foods, and drinking in the vivid colors. I am so appreciative of these mornings with good friends, interesting conversation, and breathtaking views – all from the seat of a bicycle.
As we climbed a hill, we heard a town corn mill. Intrigued, we made an abrupt U turn to investigate. As soon as we stopped, the town children ran to usl and flocked around the mzungu. The workers kindly explained/mimed the process performed by two German made machines housed in a smalll mud brick building. Light streamed in through one window, cutting the smoke cloud of corn flour. We shook hands and thanked them for letting us disrupt their work day.
After the stop, the morning rolled on and after a quick lunch we continued onto the “designated” scenic afternoon ride (as marked with a green line on the Michelin Africa map that I use). The map did not lie; it was a gorgeous afternoon of rolling hills and green lush forests. A brief rain squall blew through, cutting the humidty and cooling the temperatures. But, by the time we arrived in camp, the air was thick and the humidity oppressive. A deluge under a bucket with water provided by the hand pump was the only relief. The heat provided the perfect environment for a lazy afternoon of reading, journaling and camp conversations.
Can I do this every day?