Dear Friends and Family,
A safari to Ketumbeine and now riding the piki-piki (off-rode motorcycle), this has been a trip of many firsts, even though both of these firsts are several years later than originally planned. It is Africa, so must figure things will happen on Africa time, after all. And we had to wait for me to reach my full height, as the height of this bike stretched the limits of my feet reaching the ground.
As you can see, the chosen road was not the most challenging -- didn't want Mama or the Mwangaza folks to worry any more than they already were. However, if you look behind me on the middle picture, there is a turn to the right just where the person is in the distance. Since that turn leads to an open area near the local church a quarter mile away, seemed like a good place to go before turning around. Was a much more interesting piece of road, with ruts a foot plus deep and rocks a foot plus out of the ground -- that's why it's called an off-road bike! Got more interesting as I approached the exit of the local elementary school just as the students were running out to head home so had to maneuver around a Maasai babu (grandfather) leaning on his staff while waiting for a child. Moved back into my lane (notice how well the road is marked, and how wide it is -- subtract 10 feet, then imagine a median in the form of a deep rut) b/c I was meeting a bike with several milk carton cases strapped on the back. You guessed it — IT WAS GREAT!!
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