Weeks Sixty to Sixty-Two: Three Weeks Of Crazy

Weeks Sixty to Sixty-Two: Three Weeks Of Crazy

I bet you think I’ve been lazy with the blog again, don’t you? Skipping weeks so I can lump them all together. Other times that’s been true. This time, as you’ll see, there was no natural pause in the ongoing story of the past few weeks. It really did have to be told together to experience the highs and lows as they happened. So I’m afraid this is a long one. Get comfy and grab a tissue, you may just cry…

Week Fifty-Seven: Heavy Showers With A Chance Of More Rain

Week Fifty-Seven: Heavy Showers With A Chance Of More Rain

We have been so incredibly lucky with the weather in East Africa. The long rains officially started in April – when we were in Uganda. Yet thanks to good ‘ol climate change, we’ve only been caught in a handful of twenty-minute showers, drying shortly after in the sun. All good things must come to an end, however, and our luck ran dry this week…

Week Fifty: Are We There Yet?

Week Fifty: Are We There Yet?

Boy has it been a tough week this week. After leaving our lovely beachside camp, we caught a much shorter ferry from the west side of the Ssese Islands back to the mainland and planned to make a beeline for Rwanda. And with only 257 km from the ferry terminal to the border, we should have been there already. But we’re not…

Week Forty-Nine: Every Matatu For Himself

Week Forty-Nine: Every Matatu For Himself

It was back to school again this week as we popped in to meet St Vianney Primary School, which is another school East Africa Children’s Project work with. Coincidently it was only a couple of days’ ride from the last one, although we very nearly didn’t make it before school was out for the weekend…

Week Forty-Two: Did Someone Say Cheese?

Week Forty-Two: Did Someone Say Cheese?

There’s a reason why we’ve avoided visiting India’s main cities, completely bypassing the likes of the Taj Mahal, Ganges and other Indian must-sees. They’re dreadful for cycling. At least we think so. The city of Pondicherry, our first real city experience, was an absolute nightmare after so long in rural India…

Week Forty-One: What Comes Down Must Go Up Again

Week Forty-One: What Comes Down Must Go Up Again

We finally got that downhill we’ve worked so hard for these last couple of weeks. And it was worth the wait. It was also the longest downhill either of us has ever done before; we descended 2,000 m over 49 km. We went from minus figures and down jackets to sweltering heat and t-shirts in about 2 hours – madness…