I spent the evening at a camp site at Explorers, full of young student adventure seekers, hanging on the bar trying to look cool until it dawned on them that I am probably older than their fathers. Funny thing age…you definitely don’t feel the way you are portrayed the mirror.
When I arrived I was very apprehensive about riding in the city with its insane traffic and mayhem on the roads, however by now I had got the feel of it and decided, if I can't beat em, join em. Kampala traffic is now a breeze!
There is a beautiful Ugandan proverb that says…”Caution is not cowardice; even ants march armed, and this was certainly the case when it came to the next 10 days.
On arrival into Kigali, I suddenly noticed that Glenn was no longer visible in my rear view mirrors so I did a quick double back. Sure enough, Glenn’s bike had died, right in the thick of the traffic