I remember leaving my house, riding through Europe and trying to imagine what it would be like to arrive in South Africa, in Cape Town. Could I even do it? It just didn’t seem realistic, soon I’d be riding past the pyramids, through deserts and between giraffe and zebra and …
My basket is still empty. I’ve been walking the isles with a skew mouth and furrowed brow around a strangely large supermarket for over half an hour. In the end, bewildered by the vast array toilet rolls, perplexed by the multitude of biscuits and confused by another new currency, I …
“You are very mystical!” In response to this I laugh out loud before thinking that perhaps this is not the nicest response to a stranger. “I’ve been called many things, but never mystical! I’m not mystical, and I’m not brave either!” “No, no” replies Jaffa “you are very daring…. Would …
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I wobble out of the Nairobi YMCA, with many old anxieties returned, where will I sleep, where will I find water, food, petrol and how is the bike after stripping the top end? Leaving behind the comforts of a roof, a place of my own and the company of people, …
Of course not, but eating another road ruined pulp of banana – from the rough roads – staring at another flat tire and with a big abscess, the aeroplane I could hear leaving Nairobi airport seemed a little bit tempting! At the border town of Moyale,which separates Ethiopia and Kenya; …
