We leave Uganda. The country on the equator with the average age less then 15 years old. Half of the population has less income then 1,25 USD per day. It is a country with a fast development together with other East African countries. It is also a country where we met both life and death, very close. We take with us a lot of experiences and some happy memmories.
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It was the jobbigaste jävla skitmorgon for starting the day. We are well after having had bad stomachs and fevers for a few days, but this morning was cruel. We choose between the cycle path 20 km and the car road 30 km to the border town Katuna. Even if we had a bad experience going the bicycle road just when arriving to this lake, we still choose the shorter path. I am sure it is actually the same distance now, just the difference is in the altitude up and down, which doesn’t show on the maps calculation. And also the road quality. My god it was a sinfully bad road.
On this picture is the better part of the first climb pushing us up. We more or less carried our luggage and back wheel for 200 m uphills, steep uphills more stair like, but without stairs. And there is nothing wrong with people saying Hi, how are you? But when they follow you, like five kids. Telling you, you look really tired at seven in the morning on this path. Well then patience runs L O W.
The rest was all the way to the top of a hill and then down in a valley but we had to go slow on the bad gravel.
Anyway we made it to the border town in 3,5 hours, pretty exhausted. We lost 3 more spokes on this adventure.
I had the funniest experience of a Forex exchange office ever. It looked like a big closet, a big cloth just covering all belongings. Then big bars going through and a blackboard with the rates. The window was open and of course there was wind.
Seemed like this guy did his first day at work. As he counted the money (after I had done it in front of him), the money blew of the table all over the room a couple of times until I suggested he’d close the window. It took forever for him to count, but in the end it was fine. Entering Rwanda felt great. The car tarmac road we followed to the capital was smooth and sooo great! We were still tired and camped by the road late in the sunset to avoid audience. I think few people back home would feel ok going to bed as sweaty and dusty as we are when we’re camping.
The next day we roll down to Kigali, the capital, for about 40 km. We get accompanied a long way by this fantastic team of milkmen. Now most of them cycle without gear and my guess is that each guy carries about 50 L of milk.
We had so fun cycling with them. Sharing the task of being up front, taking the wind which was against us. And now we are at a guesthouse early with swimming pool, bowlinghall and other fun stuff. Time to get that shower and take a swim!! Yihaa!!
