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;…
