We made it to Mulege, we are 4 days ahead of schedule. We will take a zero day and enjoy town. Mulege is beautiful but touristy. We had no problems finding a hotel. We will search for a boat to take us across to the peninsula instead of taking the moderately dangerous and less interesting Mexico 1 highway. Enjoy the pictures!
Whales/Dolphin in San Ignacio Bay
We went on a Panga boat into the bay and saw so many Whales and dophin:
This small fishing Village is flooded during high tide each day:
We stopped for a dip at lunch:
Look how dark “Dad’s” legs are, the sun is intense:
The desert is so amazingly beautiful, it varies so frequently and is breath taking.
More ancient rock drawings in La Trinidad just out side Muleg
The paintings feature a collection of animal depictions, including a famous painting of a large orange deer with a checkerboard pattern. The deer is a recurring theme in prehistoric rock art throughout Baja and the La Trinidad deer is known for being the best example of the motif.
No i’m not a frog! The drawing below is a Shaman next to a dead deer:
Arrived in San Ignacio. We rode through miles of Oasis in the desert was quite surreal.
The food has been excellent
View of the Pacific
Home away from Home “MALIBU BEACH”
Trails have been rutted at times over 1 foot deep
Fences have been erected along the route. We have to lift our bikes over the fences.
Nick and the band of bandits have stopped for the nigh t approximately 30 miles south of Punta Colonet(red dot on map below). They are spending the night in a hotel and are enjoying hot showers and hand washing their clothes. His bike is holding up now that the repairs have been made. He expressed that the hill climbs have been tough, and they are all feeling quite sore. Riding down the hills at 30 – 40 miles an hour is exhilarating. Nights spent up in the mountains are freezing cold and down at sea level that marine layer is so thick he said they wake up completely soaked. Whenever possible they have been stopping for delicious tacos and huevos rancheros. They are all enjoying the journey so far and look forward to taking a zero day at the beach very soon.
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Nick: A couple of critical bike malfunctions with my breakes and shifters meant hitchhiking 80 miles to the nearest good bike shop. I was picked up within 20 minutes by a nice police man named Javier.
Broken shifter cable…. Repairs were completed and the bike shop guy arranged a ride for Nick back to the hotel up in Santo Tomas. Sram hydraulic brakes were replaced with new Shimano ones and cable was replaced.
Nick is currently in Uruapan which is South of Ensenada. He has experienced equipment problems including a broken shift cable and stuck disk brake. His bicycle is stuck in a single gear which makes the hill climbs difficult. In addition he removed the brake pads from the inoperable wheel in order to continue the journey. He will be hitching a ride north to Ensenada to repair his brake and shifting cable. He is in good spirits despite the bike issues.
Update from Nick:
It is below freezing at night, we warm up next to campfires. Food has been limited, we are eating a lot of packages of beans and other staples like oatmeal and cheese/crackers. I look forward to a hot cup of coffee next to the campfire every morning.
People have been very nice and the food in restaurants has been delicious whenever we hit towns.
(note: updated with pictures)
Drying sleeping bags
Its been cold , below freezing every night
Ride out of Ojos Negros lots of pasture land and cattle
Nick is happy to be at the top of a grueling climb
Steep rocky terrain calls for frequent hike-a-bike. Dad is pushing his bike up the hill in this picture.
An abandoned building in the distance on the ride into Uruapan
First couple days had to dodge a lot of mud puddles, many of which were frozen in the morning.
Happy New Year all!
The four nomads stop for a picture in Tecate.
A favorite hot chocolate treat/memory from sailing in Mexico years ago.
Beautiful New Year morning! No rain in site.
Day 2. We had light morning rain. Continued biking to the border at Tecate. We are staying in a hotel tonight not a hostile hostel. Very impressive wall! Too narrow to squeeze through though.
Nick has embarked on a new adventure departing San Diego on 12/30/2021 for a 1700 plus mile bike ride down the Baja Divide. He is traveling this time with 3 friends (more to follow) and will be gone approximately 2 months. After spending the night in a hostel in San Diego they departed first thing in the morning towards the border crossing at Tecate. While rain was in the forecast they were lucky and stayed dry until about 2AM…. I slept in a tent. Passed Lower Otay reservoir. Camping by the boarder was crazy… mysterious flashing blue lights in the hills and border patrol with helicopters flying above.. He is traveling with Meat Sweats, Dad/aka Freebird, and Toast.
On our way out of San Diego
Camping spot first night…. Border patrol paid us visit in the A.M!
Lower Otay Reservoir
Pounds and Half Spice are heading out on an all new adventure today….. The Lake Placid Trail in winter. Not many have successfully completed this trail in winter due to the extremely cold weather, snow and river crossings. This will be Pounds first snow shoeing expedition. Stay tuned for updates.
On a plane back to Los Angeles. Thank you everyone who has followed along on my journey and also to those who have donated to the Trees for the Future Foundation. It was an incredible trip and I feel that I have learned a lot along the way I hope you all enjoyed sharing the experience with me. I hope to one day return and finish the section I was forced to skip in Egypt and felt compelled to skip from Addis Ababa Ethiopia to Nairobi Kenya. I am now back in California working for the forest service fighting wildfires and saving for my next adventure. Until next time, -Pounds
I had time to visit the gardens in Cape Town before my flight. I’m not normally a fan of botanical gardens but this one was spectacular. Some of the trees were over 150 years old. This picture does not really do it justice.
Hiked to the top of table mountain which is the large geographic feature just behind Cape Town.
Packaged up my bike and had some incredible Indian food.
Had a lot of fun cage diving and saw a lot of Bronze Whaler Sharks and a huge Sting Ray.
Last day of cycling. We rode our bikes back to Capetown and picked up boxes to package everything up for the plane.
We went hiking in the hills above the town of Fishhoek and explored Boomslang Cave and Robinhood Cavern. I got disoriented in the cavern and almost got lost. Fortunately Arthur was within earshot and helped me find my way out.
We stayed at another police station. I was stoked that they let us camp inside as it was raining outside.
Had an awesome day. Road our bikes to Cape Point, and saw some Jackass Penguins at Boulders Beach.
I spent the day relaxing and waiting for Arthur to catch up. The two pictures are a view of Hout Bay and my 18 egg scramble. It was tough, but I’m proud to say that I’ve surpassed my previous record eating of 15 eggs in one meal.
I Rode through Cape Town today! Spent the night in a town a few miles south called Hout Bay with Amanda’s friend Marinda. I also ate the best pizza I’ve had so far this trip.
a beautiful day riding down the coast.
I rode past a nature reserve.
I left Lamberts Bay heading south along the coast. Yesterday Arthur had to get his wheel fixed. During our ride today his wheel broke again and he had to return back to Lamberts Bay to get it fixed. I decided to keep heading south and we resolved to meet in a couple of days in Capetown and finish the last segment together.
I took the railroad service road out of town.
Amanda showed us the fishing docks where we bought a Snoek to cook over the fire for dinner
a Man at the docks filleting Snoek
We first had to rush the fish home to salt it and preserve the meat. We then rinsed it off and cooked it over the fire. It tasted excellent.
We turned west at Clan William and headed towards the fishing town of Lamberts Bay
It’s Snoek season in Lamberts Bay. The Snoek is a large Ocean fish similar to a Barracuda. It has sizable sharp teeth. The saliva is an anticoagulant. If a fisherman is bit it is essential to stick the bleeding finger into the fish eye to stop the bleeding. The membrane of the eye has a coagulant which will stop the bleeding. The fishermen abide by tradition and catch the Snoek with hand lines instead of nets.
On the way to Clan William I passed a beautiful vineyard next to a lake.
Enjoying a can of baked beans and chips outside the supermarket in Vanrhynsdorp, while I reorganize my food bag.
Had a challenging but rewarding day. Lots of climbing and headwinds. The desert landscape is beautiful and reminds me a lot of southern California. We stopped in this small town of Kamieskroon and Kroonsig for water. We found a small coffee shop operated by a older Dutch South African man. He was very nice and insisted on giving us a whole case of canned water and a bag of candy. He also told us the town only gets water once a day for 2 hours at night. On our way out of town we talked to a man named Shane who was hitch hiking. He told us that he was traveling home to his family and works several months at a time mining illegally for diamonds. He told us he has to go home this time empty handed but when they find a diamond he makes enough money to feed his family for 4 to 5 months.
I decided to take a small off road dirt path for the remaining 20 km into the town of Garies. It was possibly some of the most fun and challenging riding I have had so far. Several times I had to get off my bike. Mokwanda (my bikes name) handled it better than expected and was no worse for the wear. The views were fantastic and it was cool riding through the small shanty town of Kheis.
Riding through the town of Kheis
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Not sure what the purpose of this structure is, but I thought it looked cool.
One of several towns I passed today. We stopped in the town of Springbok to resupply on groceries and get Arthur a new rear rim for his bike.
We crossed the border late last night into South Africa. We had nowhere safe to sleep so we asked the police to stay at the station. The police have been the real heroes of this trip.
The South African border crossing. It was an easy crossing. We were through in minutes after they asked a few questions.
This is the station we camped at last night. I had a very tough first day in South Africa. I got several flats and battled fierce headwinds sometimes slowing me down to 5 mph. It took me nearly all day to travel 70km (42 mi). We camped at another police station in the town of Steinkopf.
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Stopped here for lunch.
Had a nice ride down a hill into Noordoewer Namibia; not sure how you pronounce it, but we’ve been calling it “Nard Wahr”. This is the last town before we enter South Africa. I was very excited to reach the town. As we got close we passed sand dunes that seemed to threaten to bury the telephone lines. It felt almost apocalyptic. This small green town looked like an oasis.
A vineyard in town next to the river
Beautiful time of day to cycle.
Another beautiful day of cycling. I love the vast open Namibian desert. We were fortunate to have some cloud cover towards the end of the day which brought the temperature down.
Our campsite next to the road was crawling with scorpions. It prompted us both to swiftly jump up several times while eating dinner on the ground.
Another fantastic sunset!
“Tanzania Tire F***ers Tree”
I spent the day lying down in the shade reading desert solitaire by edward abbey. This was my first day off not in a town this whole trip. It was very peaceful. All last night the thorn trees made beautiful almost eery sounds as the wind blew through the needles. We have come to call these trees the “Tanzanian Tire F***ers”. Arthur made it to camp late this afternoon
I’m now in Windhoek the capitol of Namibia. Its a beautiful modern city with supermarkets and all the modern conveniences you would expect in any American city. The names of the streets are all in German and the architecture is European.
I always eat handfuls of sugar before long runs.
I crossed into Namibia yesterday. It has been very hot riding through the Kalahari desert. Here is a picture of a cool looking desert beetle eating some ramen noodles.
I spent several minutes watching these birds. I’ve never seen so many in one spot. (click to zoom)
Stopped briefly in this San (Indigenous desert people of Botswana/Namibia) village in the search for a cold drink.
Not much to see aside from some goat.
We slept next to a farmers field. A couple nights ago I heard some hyenas while camping. Tonight it was very quiet.
Saw a bunch of elephants today by the road.
We slept at this uninhabited radio tower enclosure. We have been told it is unsafe to camp in the bush with the elephants and lions, so we camp at gated enclosures when possible.
Rode through expansive plains today.
Sorghum is a major crop in Botswana.
I woke up and upon inspecting my rims discovered significant cracks radiating from the spoke holes. Arthur has the same issue. I got a new rim at this little bike shop.
Made it to the border and took a ferry across into Botswana.
Immediately upon crossing the border we started seeing signs warning us about wildlife. In Botswana we will be cycling along the “elephant highway”.
We decided to raft the mighty Zambezi river. The section we experienced divides Zambia from Zimbabwe.
Jumping off a rock into the river.
We made it to Livingstone Zambia and camped at the Livingstone Backpackers. We now have 7 cyclists in our group. Three other are Californians, a Swiss man, a German man, Arthur, and myself. We dominated the camp area.
Found an awesome spot to camp in the bush with new Swiss friend, Lukas.
An epic African sunset at camp spot
A cool swimming pool bar we visited while in Lusaka Zambia.
We stopped by a school for water and some of the children were eager to pump the well for us.
This river looked very enticing in the heat of the day. Unfortunately with crocodiles and many water born diseases I would not swim in the water. We had a number of significant climbs today. I took an “attitude adjustment … (caffeine pill)” and found myself listening to my breathing as I cycled up the hills and entered into a relaxing trance.
I asked if we could camp at a school and the headmaster was nice enough to give us a class room to sleep in.
I had a fantastic day cycling today. The countryside is beautiful and largely undeveloped. This makes finding camping spots easy.
A beautiful location where we camped.
I found it neat how the water in this well is close to ground level.
One of the largest beetles I’ve ever seen.
We camped in the forest last night. This morning, as we were packing up, some cheerful older ladies came over to greet us. They were fascinated by the gas stove and looked at it with curiosity, as if it was some sort of witchcraft. I asked if I could take a photo of them. When I showed them the photo they were very excited and happy to see each of themselves captured in the photo. I love having these spontaneous interactions with locals when I travel.
In the region of Zambia near Chipata farmers and locals celebrate Twalla once a year starting on February 22. This holiday serves as an occasion to pray for a good harvest and includes dancing and feasts. This man is selling some goatskin hats and props used to celebrate.
We crossed into Zambia today! The border crossing was straight forward. I’m happy to be out of Malawi where begging and harassment were fairly common. My first impression of Zambia has been good. People have been very eager to say hello and ask “how are you?”. We spent the night in Chipata a modern city with supermarkets!
Today we rode from Chinkhoma to Kamwendo. I passed a number of flooded fields.
it’s very common to attract an audience within minutes of sitting down. I was tired from the heat and decided to take a break here. These children gathered and stared at me intensely. Mary our gypsy friend referred to this as the zombie effect. When we reached our final destination we were almost out of cash and resolved to camp at a police checkpoint for free. One of the men hanging out at the checkpoint tried to extort Arthur’s bike horn but failed when Arthur firmly told him he would not part with it.
A typical malawi meal consists of nshima (a tasteless cooked corn meal similar to grits) cooked greens and cooked tomatoes. I was lucky to also receive rice which is rarely available in restaurants here.
We rode past large granite rocks and experienced another wet day in Malawi.
We had another wet cycling day in the rain. It is undoubtedly rainy season here in Malawi. The rain is a nice break from the humid heat.
We passed a number of planted pine groves which remind me of home.
I was very excited to pass a number of older women selling mushrooms they had freshly harvested from the forest. I purchased a bunch and tried a bit of each type.
Cooking and enjoying a meal next to the fire
I had a long day cycling in wet shoes. My feet looked like they were only a few hours away from developing trench foot.
We met a French cyclist named Michel heading north.
As it started getting dark we began looking for places to camp
Francis, the chief of a small tribe, is a tobacco/ corn farmer. He saw us looking for a place to camp and insisted we sleep at his house in an extra room. He fed us dinner and provided warm water for bucket showers. His wife, Maliwase, also made us breakfast in the morning. I had a great time and am very thankful for the hospitality he showed us.
Francis’s Farm (corn)
Francis’s Farm (Tobacco)
Some chickens roosting in the house.
The dinner that Maliwase made for us tasted great. We had boiled eggs in a salt tomato sauce with rice.
I got my first view of Lake Malawi. A lake so large it’s almost like an inland ocean. It runs more than half the entire length of Malawi.
The road was very flat today and the humid warm weather along this quiet green tunnel made me very sleepy.
We saw a whole tree full of these birds building nests.
We stopped for water at this well before camping on the lake shore. We received a very warm welcome from these children who were screaming and yelling with excitement.
I do not have much to say about yesterday. Today however we crossed the border into Malawi. We were almost immediately greeted by shouts of “Mizungu (white man) give me money”. I haven’t experienced this level of begging and expectation since Ethiopia. Once we got away from the border it cooled down a bit, however but the begging still persisted throughout the day. Bicycles are a very common form of transportation here and it’s neat to see the roads packed with bicyclists versus cars. We pushed hard into the night to find a place to camp. We searched for quite a while to find an area of thorn trees , off the road, which was concealed from the highway.
We took the day off in Mbeya to rest. I was happy not to be riding in the torrential downpour. I purchased a basket for my bike and got my frame bag repaired by a tailor.
I purchased the largest avocado I’ve ever seen and feel somewhat accomplished having been able to devour the whole thing in one sitting.
We parted with Mo and Mary this morning. We wanted to make it to the city of Mbeya today and they weren’t willing to push that far. This is a picture looking down into the town of Chunya where the road turned back to pavement
On this Mountain spine, I felt like I was at the top of the world. We looked over miles of flat land to the south towards Malawi. The descent into Mbeya was exhilarating.
A large truck got stuck in the mud. In order to get the truck out these guys are cutting down bushes and shoving the branches under the tires to gain traction.
Obama is almost more of a celebrity here in Tanzania than back in the United States. They even have chewing gum to honor our former president.
These kids on the bike rode with us for a bit today. On a downhill stretch they almost collided with me as they past at a reckless speed.
The mounds are a sign of the paved road to come.
We continued riding with the gypsies. Passed a couple small towns and walked our bikes through more sand.
No matter where we go we accrue a crowd. Arthur is filtering water here. People often look at the water filter with curiosity and want to know what it’s for.
Arthur posing with locals.
Before leaving town we both had a spectacular breakfast from the street vendors in Rungwa. I had rice beans and chips and eggs. Shortly into the day we met two other cyclists named Mo and Mary. We have not seen any other touring cyclists in weeks. They seemed just as excited to meet us as we were to meet them. We cycled with them for the remainder of the day and we all camped together. They are from Germany and Poland and proudly identify themselves as gypsies. Both work for 2 months out of every year at a winery and spending the rest of their time on the road typically spending less than $5 per day traveling.
We stopped in a small town for lunch and to obtain water for camping. Here you see a local drawing water for us from the Kisima (“well” in swahili) with a bucket and rope.
A tobacco plantation. The small building is used for drying the tobacco.
We cooked dinner and slept here. Sharing stories over a fire, we listened to Mary play her ukulele and sing a few songs in Polish and German.
We rode through a number of small towns and along the game reserve. The road condition was worst today and Arthur took a bad fall in a sand pit damaging his bike bag. The tse tse biting flies were intense through the reserve. I went faster than I probably should have to get away from these persistent disease carrying insects and had to swiftly correct my bike as it fishtailed in sand. We made it to the town of Rungwa after a long day and stayed at a guesthouse. Arthur hates this dirt road. Even though it’s a real challenge at times and my body is taking a beating I’m glad we chose this path. I enjoy the challenge and how rural this stretch feels. Its refreshing to get away from the frequented tourist areas. Many of these small villages haven’t seen a white person in weeks if not months.
A shepherd chasing his herd and whacking the animals into motion with a stick so that we can pass.
We saw many of these hanging logs throughout the day and later learned that they are beehives.
The reserve and home of the dreaded tse tse fly.
We got a late start on the dirt road south out of Itigi. I found this chameleon on the road and picked it up. He was very friendly until Arthur touched him on the back and then he hissed and was very unhappy. We made camp in the forest that night.
The road was at times was unrideable and required us to push our bikes!
I took the day off today in the dirt town of Itigi. This is the local produce market. I enjoyed a coconut and some pineapple.
January 24th through 28th we rode from Arusha Tanzania to Itigi Tanzania, 450 kilometers, where I took the day off on the 29th. We were warned by the owner of the guesthouse where we stayed on January 26th, that one of the towns we were passing through called Gehandu was very dangerous. He explained that an aggressive tribe likes to kill westerners and are armed with spears. Fortunately we had no trouble passing through the town and people were very friendly. I take all the fear mongering I hear from locals in small towns with a grain of salt. Its not uncommon to meet people that hold prejudices about their neighbors. I passed through a number of small villages and was greeted frequently by friendly people and asked questions about where we are going. I ate rice and beans at just about every meal. The last 25 kilometers of the road into Itigi were dirt. I ride cautiously on these dirt roads because my bike frequently fish tails when I hit sandy spots. After Itigi, the next 500 kilometers are dirt and will be challenging. We are also riding along a game reserve. I’ve been warned by locals to avoid early morning and late afternoon riding because there are lions.
We crossed the border today into Tanzania. The boarder crossing overall went smoothly. However the guard told us we needed to purchase yellow vests for our safety. Many of the truckers drive like maniacs and we both know that a yellow vest is not going to change anything. Arthur told the man that they would have to physically detain him and drag him back to the border before he would consider purchasing or wearing a yellow vest. The man left us alone at that point and stopped pressing the issue. We stopped in the town of Longido for the night where I was enthusiastically greeted by a large group of adolescents.
A termite mound preparing to devastate the telephone pole.
Expansive views as we ride towards the Kenya Tanzania border.
We stopped for the night in Bissil only 55 kilometers from Tanzania.
We stayed at a guesthouse where we met these two guys of the Maasai tribe. We passed through a number of Maasai villages throughout the day.
Goats eating someone’s cabbage through the fence.
With recent terrorist attacks I wanted to avoid Nairobi as much as possible. We took the southern bypass road which skirts the city. This is a picture of one of the slums.
We stopped briefly in Nairobi for a tune up and to get new bar tape and shifting cables. These are the bike mechanics.
We rode into the night to make it out of Nairobi to Mlolongo. I took this photo the following morning. The food was great and lodging affordable.
These cheesy posters I’ve been seeing near Nairobi always make me laugh.
We had a great time with Ben and his family. They were very nice and cooked up an excellent feast for both dinner and breakfast. We had interesting conversations about politics and current events. It was hard to leave this morning.
Arthur stops to reconsider the amount of gear he is carrying on his bike.
Nice looking cactus. Rode through the rift valley (divergent plate boundary where Africa is ripping apart) today. It was beautiful.
On the climb up to the town we slept in near Kijabe Kenya. This mountain is one of many active volcanoes in the rift valley. It is named Mt. Longonot and erupted in the 1860s.
In town tonight I tried a new food called Mukimo. It’s a mix of potatoes and vegetables and tastes great!
The posts on my blog for the next several weeks will be in the format of photos with descriptions.
Interesting parking job!
We were invited to stay with Ben Mutua and his family (a family friend) in Nakuru, Kenya. As it was getting dark I ran over a nail. Arthur and I were able to replace the inner-tube with some effort. By this time it was dark and Ben came and picked us up and drove us the remaining 8 Kilometers to his home.
We had to wait until 8 a.m. for the Safaricom cell phone sim card office to open, so I could purchase a plan. It felt nice sleeping in and the place we stayed in last night was quiet. My only minor complaint is I got electrically shocked when I turned the hot water on this morning for a shower. Just outside of town I bought chapati beans and matoke (cooked unripe bananas) for breakfast. The rest of the day was peaceful aside from one incident. A man yelled for me to stop my bicycle near a shop. I continued riding past him and he proceeded to sprint after me. The ground was flat and I easily outdistanced him. I wasn’t too concerned because he was smiling, but I still didn’t like being chased. I understand that people often have questions they want to ask but I don’t always feel like stopping to answer. Often I like to keep going once I have a good pace. Most of the day was a gentle uphill until we reached Maseno. People were overall very friendly. I had a number of people wave and ask me where I’m headed. I also stopped to talk with another cyclist heading south, named Tania. From Maseno we descended 400 meters over 20 kilometers into Kisumu. On the outskirts of town we were able to negotiate a reasonable price for a hotel room. We went searching for dinner and found an appetizer of lentils inside fried crispy dough. Two nice Kenyans named Lillian and Paul showed us a restaurant where we bought chapati and beans. We talked with them over dinner and learned that they are both in school. They both would like to visit the United States one day, but say it’s extremely difficult to get a visa. Talking with them both tonight made me think again about how fortunate I am to have been born in the United States. We have met a number of people on our trip who talk about how much they would like to emigrate to America. In other news there was a recent terrorist attack in Nairobi. Our friends, the Canadians, were nearby but fortunately were unharmed. We still have 4 days before we will arrive in Nairobi. Hopefully the violence has subsided by then.
The view from the roof of our hotel in Busia Kenya
I didn’t sleep well last night. Around 4 a.m. several people decided to sit on the balcony outside my room, drink and blast music. I had to ask them several times to lower the volume. I woke up around 5:30 a.m. ate some jackfruit that I had purchased yesterday and bananas dipped in peanut butter. We were out by first light, 6:40 a.m., and bicycled 120 kilometers to Busia Kenya. It was an easy ride with less than 500 meters of elevation gain. At one point during my ride a bag fell off my bike without me noticing. I was relieved when a nice man in a mini bus caught up to me and gave me the bag that had fallen off. I was also invited by some locals to check out their rice milling machine and drying operations. I made it to the Kenyan border by 3 p.m. I had a hard time finding and contacting Arthur. I hung out at a restaurant for a couple hours until he responded to my texts and gave me a call. We found an affordably priced guest house and got dinner at the market. I’m excited to find out what Kenya has to offer. I really enjoyed Uganda. The people were nice and the scenery is lush and beautiful.
I was not sure why, but there was a field of brush on fire
The guys who gave me a tour of their rice operations
This morning we didn’t start bicycling until 12 noon. It took us some time to find a bike shop to tune Arthur’s bike, which wasn’t shifting gears properly. We were directed by a local to a bike shop in the cellar of a large building. They were able to fix the issue and Arthur also found a wallet to replace the one he had lost. We stopped just outside of town at a grocery store to purchase water. We didn’t want to filter the tap water in Kampala which has an odd taste. Arthur dropped his wallet in the store. Luckily someone turned it in. The first 20 kilometers were hellacious. Traffic was intense and I had to weave through cars and ride on the sidewalk when I could. The shoulder of the road was bustling with motorcyclists and minibuses trying to get around the traffic. The motorcyclists are the biggest hazard because they drive recklessly. Once we escaped the traffic the rest of the ride was more pleasant. We rode through some villages and through a portion of the Mabira Forest. This brief jungle section was awesome. Large vine covered trees towered next to the road and the jungle provided a reprieve from the day’s heat. We were not allowed to ride on the main bridge into Jinja, which is for cars only. Instead we took a small bridge for bicycles and motorcyclists. On the bridge we stopped to take photos of the dam and city. A Ugandan military guard approached us and threatened to arrest us for taking photos. According to him there was a sign before the bridge that informs people that taking photos on the bridge is prohibited. Neither Arthur nor me saw such sign. He accused us of being terrorists and took our phones and passports. We walked with him across the bridge and he made a quick call. He informed us that he would drop all charges and let us go if we bribed him. At this point I was tired after cycling through the heat of the day and getting frustrated because I just wanted to find a hotel and relax. I thought it would be entertaining if I messed with him a bit. I played along like I was going to give him some money, and then offered him a couple bananas instead knowing that he wouldn’t be interested. I feigned surprise that he didn’t want any bananas and next offered him a piece of Jackfruit. Arthur did a great job of communicating that we weren’t going to give the man any money and called him on his bluff. “Go ahead take us to your superior and arrest us we’ve done nothing wrong”. The guy gave us back our passports and phones and we were on our way. Arthur negotiated to get us reasonably priced rooms at the Maria hotel.
Bike Shop that repaired Arthur’s cycles is down stairs. “God is Great Jac Cycles”
Contraband photo that the Uganda official forgot to have me erase on my camera.
A Dam in Jinja
Another contraband photo of dam
I awoke at 5 a.m., eager to make it to Kampala and have a few hours to relax. Along the way I bought some pancakes and avocados. There were a lot of rolling hills. The climbs weren’t long but I was sore from yesterday. We made it to town and found a hotel.
Last night I had a difficult time sleeping. The bar was blasting music until 12 midnight and the hotel owners dog broke off its chain. The dog was howling and barking outside my door all night. I hit the snooze on my alarm and got up 30 minutes later at 5:30 a.m.. One of my panniers lost a critical screw yesterday. I was able to find a replacement in Kyenjojo at an auto repair shop and my bag appears to be fully functional again. The day was overall uneventful. We rode through a number of small towns. Arthur stopped in Kyegegwa for lunch. I ate a bit of pineapple that I had bought earlier in the day, and continued on. I take less time for lunch breaks than Arthur but he tends to cycle a bit faster and catch up to me. This system of me leaving before him has been working out well. We Intended to stop in Kasambya, which would have made today a 140 kilometer day. However, there was nowhere to stay in Kasambya so we continued on another 13 km to Kakungube village. There was lodging at the local bar in Kakungube, but the accomodations were mediocre. Under normal circumstances we would have kept looking for lodging but it was getting dark and we were both exhausted. The bar was the only place in town to sleep, had no electrical outlets to charge electronics, had no running water and the bed was gross.. We were each given a half gallon of water to take bucket shower with. I asked for more water as I was filthy from the ride, but the request was denied. While there was not enough water to completely rinse off the soap i had lathered on, I was relieved nonetheless to be somewhat cleaner. For dinner we went to the local street vendors and secured chapati, eggs, and beans. I also purchased iced ginger sweet tea from a woman. Buying street food has been one of my favorite experiences on this trip. When we returned to our rooms we were both cornered by a prostitute soliciting her services. I politely declined and went to bed. Today we cycled a record distance of 89.8 miles
We ate chapati and beans in town for breakfast then left around 10 a.m.. A few hours into the day we made it to Fort Portal and stopped for lunch. I purchased and finished an entire container of mango vanilla ice cream and Arthur ate real meal at a small restaurant. We finished the day in Kyenjojo. It was 80km and I wanted to go further, but Arthur had a tough day and it was getting late. We resolved to bike further tomorrow.
Critical screw in my pannier(bike bag) missing
We left Rubirizi today and headed into queen Elizabeth Park. The roads were in poor condition. In the park I spotted an Elephant (unfortunately the picture didn’t come out on my camera) and also saw several water buffaloes. Midday it was swelteringly hot and humid. I stopped at a roadside store and purchased a pineapple drink and some water. After my first drink of the pineapple juice, I thought I had been poisoned. The drink tasted like cherry cough syrup with menthol. I asked some of the locals and was relieved when they told me the drink is supposed to taste this way. I gave one of them the drink and continued on. Towards the end of the day We found a bar/lodge establishment. The bar lady told me the rooms were 115000. I knew this was too high and told her so. I was willing to pay 10000 ($2.70) for my own room. That’s what Arthur and I had spent for our own rooms over the last couple days. It was one of the easiest negotiation I’ve ever taken part in. She seemed content with my offer and accepted immediately with no counter offer. There was a sewing shop in town and I was able to replace my broken shorts zipper again. This is the third zipper that I’ve put on the same shorts pocket and hopefully the last replacement I will need. I had an egg burrito and beans for dinner. Around 11 P.M. I heard some banging on my door. A local man, I had talked with earlier in the day, said Arthur had run off into the distance, and in a drunken rage threatened to fight the locals when they asked him to come back to the hotel. I was able to find him and convince him to stumble back to the hotel. His wallet and room key were gone, but fortunately he didn’t have anything in his wallet aside from a few dollars and the receptionist had an extra key.
Straddling the equator
Tourist trap and crazy folk medicine at the equator
The guys who cooked us breakfast this morning
These large birds are everywhere in Uganda
Kids enjoying the water
We left Ntungamo this morning and took a shortcut which saved us at least 50km to Ishaka. The first 20km were rough dirt roads. Locals waved as we rode passed small villages. An hour into the ride I passed a particularly excited bunch who were laughing and standing by the road. A woman reached out and touched my leg as I rode by. It struck me as strange but I think she was just really excited to see a white person. It took us nearly 3 hours to bike the 20km of dirt. My bike and body took a beating and it was a relief when we made it to smooth pavement. In the town of Kitaga we had lunch. I had African tea which is common here in Uganda. It’s hot milk with tea and sugar. I really like it, but miss the fresh coffee of Ethiopia. We stopped for lunch just in time. Just as we were sitting down it started to rain lightly and about a minute later it came down in torrents. The street gutters quickly filled and I watched in awe under the shelter of a nice tin roof. Its supposedly the dry season here in Uganda, but dry is just about the last word I would use to describe the weather we’ve been experiencing. It passed quickly and were back on the road. I bought passion fruit at a small stand. A woman with a child in her arms asked me where I was from. When I told her America, she asked if I would take her child with me. It saddened me to see the sincerity in her eyes and I wish I could have. It’s hard to believe that a mother would be willing to make the sacrifice and give away her child so he could have a better life.
Happy to have shelter during the torrential down pour
A dirt road segment
A large papyrus field
Beautiful tea fields
Watching steam rise from the jungle after a recent rain
I can not recall much detail on the road from Kabale to Ntungamo, however here are some pictures from the day.
A kid we bought pineapple from
After packing up and drinking coffee, Arthur, Gilles, and I were on the road. The hotel owner who brought us hot water to make Arthur’s powdered coffee requested that we pay him. Arthur told him he was crazy and that there is no way we were going to pay him for hot water. He didn’t argue further and we left. We rode for 27 kilometers to the border where we entered Uganda at the town of Cyanika. I’m happy to say the border crossing process was quick and a lot less painful than our experience entering Rwanda. On the Uganda side we bought a chapati and egg burritos and continued on. We rode with Gilles until Kisoro where we parted. He wanted to stay and hike with the Gorillas the following day. Shortly after, I accidentally clipped a woman with my bike. She went spinning like a top and fell. I felt terrible and apologized profusely. Fortunately aside from a bruise she was o.k. A couple miles later we started a climb. On our way up the mountain it started to rain. The rain kept me cool and felt great. The climb was terrific. We went through pine and bamboo forests and had excellent views of the landscape. Near the top I was very hungry and we were fortunate to come across a trading center where Arthur and I bought eggs, fried beans, and chapati. On the way down we got our first views of Lake Bunyoni. We decided to take the direct route and follow the lake along a dirt road to Kabale. The road was in decent condition and I enjoyed watching the sun set as we rode along. Around 7:30 p.m. the sun had set and it was dark. We were still 15 km from Kabale. At this point Arthur and I had been harassed by a number of children. They were friendly and I stopped a number of times to answer their questions “where are you from” “where are you going” and to say no to the begging for money and pens. However, no matter how long I stopped, when I started biking again they would chase and grab at my bike following me for hundreds of meters. I didn’t have time to waste and quickly tired of the games. I yelled for them to go home which had little effect aside from a few laughs from the parents and other adults nearby. Thankfully when it got dark all the children disappeared. I turned on my bike light and put on my headlamp and we rode several hours into the night. The stars were beautiful and I had occasional views of the lake lit up with the white lights from local resident’s huts. I could see lightning in the distance. The road descended the last couple miles into Kabale. It was an exhilarating descent and required all of my attention to avoid hitting potholes and bumps. In Kabale we found an affordable hotel and walked down the street for food. A man we saw earlier in the day at the border, nicknamed “Big Daddy”, was impressed with our progress and offered us a free drink if we wanted to come to his bar. I was too tired and crashed after dinner.
Local bikers overloaded with potatoes
An awkward group photo with our friend Gilles before we parted ways
The dirt road along the lake
We took the day off in town. Arthur could barely walk from the hike yesterday. I wasn’t feeling great myself. I also got a haircut. It wasn’t the style I asked for. However, I was not surprised. I’m convinced the man cutting my hair was high on some sort of drug. Most likely Khat, a popular stimulant in this area of the world. His hands were shaking violently and he was cutting my hair frantically. I was thankful it looked somewhat even when he was finished.
The man who tuned my bike and his family/friends
We decided to hike Mt. Bisoke today. Mt. Bisoke is an active volcano on the border of Rwanda and Democratic Republic of the Congo. I awoke at 5 a.m. and packed my bag. Arthur and I found motorcycle taxis and got a ride to the park headquarters where we paid the park fees and drank some coffee. We were required to hike as a group with several other foreigners and went with a scout, ranger, and several armed men to protect us from “the animals”. The armed guards were more likely due to the fact that we are walking to the border of the Congo. The hike was a blast. It started gradually. We walked through farm fields of white flowers which are used to produce an insecticide. Soon after the real climb started. The total ascent to the top was about 1000 meters (3000 ft). Most of the climb is direct straight up the mountainside which was steep and muddy. After 3 hours we made it to the top. I had already finished all my bananas and peanut butter by the time we reached the top. Gilles, our cycling friend, was nice enough to share some of his and his friend Carolyne’s lunch with me. The clouds cleared at the top and we could see the caldera (collapsed crater of the volcano). The descent was more difficult than the climb up. Going down used the same muscles in my legs that were already sore from bicycling. The mud was slippery and I fell several times. When we made it to the bottom I was exhausted but happy to have experienced the hike.
Today was challenging. We rode 90 kilometers to to the town of Musanze. There was almost 2000 meters of elevation gain. I had a great time. I’m relieved to be out of Ethiopia. I haven’t had anyone throw rocks or threaten me in this country. People have been friendly. We had several groups of children run next to us on foot and wave. I find that it’s difficult for me to let my guard down after my previous experiences in Ethiopia. However, the kids here seem well intentioned. For several kilometers we had a local follow along on a bicycle. He didn’t speak any English, yet still talked to us in his language as if we could understand him. As we got close to Musanze, I came across numerous bicycle taxis. One of which followed me up the hill. The man was surprised to hear that we rode all the way from Kigali. When I made it to the top I was thoroughly tired. Even though it was only a small climb it had been a long day.
I’m impressed by what these locals can carry on their bikes. I’ve also seen men with up to 100 kilograms of potatoes dragging their feet to slow down their bikes
Arthur getting chased by a bunch of children.
Arthur is sick and did not feel well enough to cycle so we spent the day in Kigali. I went to the Rwandan genocide memorial. The memorial was very informative but also difficult to witness.
View from the hotel balcony.
View of busy street.
Dec31/1 The bus ride was interesting. Right after boarding the bus a man stood up in the aisle and started chanting. I at first thought the man was crazy. He continued on for several minutes. Once finished, people clapped which made me realize it must have been some sort of long winded Christian prayer. Very rarely has there been a dull moment on this trip so far. For the rest of the bus ride the driver blasted music with plenty of wailing and bad techno auto-tuned voices. It was difficult to sleep. When we made it to the border of Rwanda we first had to get our fingerprints taken on the Uganda side. We saw a poster which warned of unpleasant work conditions, forced sex slavery, human sacrifices, and organ harvesting in Uganda. On the Rwanda side were told, by less than friendly border agents, that we needed a hotel reservation to enter. Neither one of us had cell signal, however a nice Rwandan passenger let us borrow his phone for the booking. After completely emptying our bags for inspection and confiscating our plastic bags, which are not allowed, we were free to continue the bus ride to Kigali. The climate has changed from Uganda which was hot and clammy. Just outside of Kigali we rode through dense cold fog and once in the city it was cloudy and rainy. Kigali is a neat city. Like Addis Ababa it is mountainous. Many of the houses are built on slopes, and the city center is up on top of a hill. Arthur and I found a cheap hotel at the edge of town. I reassembled my bike and we met another cyclist, named Gilles, who is riding the same route. We found a great burrito joint for dinner.
Religious fanatic awkwardly chanting in bus aisle.
We awoke early to go mountain biking. Amirit picked us up in his van and we all went down to the dock at the edge of Lake Victoria. Here we met several other cyclists and we all boarded a small canoe like boat with an outboard engine. We crossed a finger of the lake and landed at our mountain bike destination. Here Arthur and I paid for a motorcycle ride to the bike shop to rent some bikes. The rest of the day was awesome. We rode all over along the lake on a dirt single track and through brush at times. I rode at exhilarating speeds down the hills, occasionally barely in control. We rode past small banana, jackfruit, and pepper farms and through sections of jungle inhabited by monkeys. We spent several hours riding before we returned to town and got motorcycle rides back to the hotel. Our bicycles had arrived at our hotel and after some deliberation agreed it would be best to jump on a bus tonight at 9 p.m. to Rwanda with the bikes. By the time we bought the tickets we had to scramble to walk our bikes a kilometer to the bus station and then return to pack our bags in time.
View of Kampala shoreline from boat
Bikes piled on the boat
The boat ride over with mountain biking friends
ll the guys I biked with. Photo taken by Paul Amirit
Jackfruit Tree Taxi ride back
Most of the day I hung out and slept. Arthur and I met a nice man named Paul Amirit who had just finished worship inside the Sikh temple. He invited us to come with his friend to a movie and to go mountain biking tomorrow. The city of Kampala is possibly the most western city I’ve been in so far. There are high rise buildings in the city center. Modern conveniences, like grocery stores, are also available on almost every street corner. Kampala is culturally interesting because the country of Uganda welcomes refugees and people from other countries. Therefore the city consists of a mixture of Ugandans, Indians, and Somalians. There are mosques as well as Sikh temples and Christian churches all over the city. Dinner tonight was fantastic. I had sweet and sour vegetables with yogurt inside a crunchy bread roll at a small Indian restaurant. I had never tried anything like it before. Amirit picked us up and I finished dinner on the way to the movie theater. We saw Aqua man which was entertaining. It was nice to have a mental break from the stress of our lost bicycles.
Traditional Ugandan food. Rice, beans, matoke (cooked green banana) and chapati (bread dough cooked in oil)
I stayed up all night updating my journal and sending pictures. I was very excited when the van arrived this morning. We packed up and the taxi driver strapped both bike boxes to the roof. I was a bit apprehensive that they would fall off given the shoddy way the driver strapped them down. Fortunately we made it to the airport without any issues. Checking our luggage with Kenya airlines was anything but simple. We had to pay for the airline to wrap our improvised rice bag luggage in plastic film. It took nearly 1.5 hours to check the bikes. The Kenyan Airway manager demanded that we pay in USD however American money is very difficult to acquire here in Ethiopia without losing a lot in the exchange. By staying firm and saying I wouldn’t pay in USD and telling him he would have to accept the currency of Ethiopia he finally conceded. When we boarded the plane I was relieved to have made it in time for the flight and also to have a few hours aboard to relax. The flight had good food and we were able to secure exit row seats on both flights. I was very happy to be on a flight out of Ethiopia, however I had the uncomfortable feeling that I was escaping Ethiopia too easily. When we landed my suspicions were confirmed. The airline was insistent that our bikes were not “lost” only “missing”. This verbiage did little to assuage my fears and we would spend the next 2 days waiting for our bikes to show up. With some haggling we got a taxi to Kampala the capital of Uganda. With services like taxis that are readily available I’ve found it’s best to offer a price well below what they are asking and when they decline walk away. Often these guys are desperate for business and are more willing to negotiate when they know you are prepared to take your business elsewhere. When we made it to Kampala we found an affordable hotel for 40000 or about 10 USD for a room in the old district. The streets here are bustling with motorcycle taxis. I would say there are easily 2 or 3 times more motorcycles than cars. The “Boarders”, as the Ugandan locals call them, fly through the streets at sometimes reckless speeds and bob and weave through traffic in hordes. This makes crossing the street as a pedestrian a somewhat treacherous endeavor. Not even the side of the streets are safe. When cars get backed up in the streets the Boarders take their bikes up on the sidewalk. After settling into our hotel, The Rock Classic, we headed out for food. We found a street vendor in front of a bar cooking meat, french fries, and eggs. I bought several egg Chapati burritos and sat in the bar to watch the soccer game. The bar was booming and it was entertaining to watch the game as rowdy Ugandans stood up and yelled whenever a goal was made
Not stoked about how these bikes were strapped down but fortunately they didn’t fall off during the drive.
Happy to be leaving Ethiopia
Kampala street food
A number of events occurred over the last couple days. Arthur and I were on the fence about whether we were going to cycle southern Ethiopia. Adrien, Simon, and Tomas had already booked a flight to Uganda to avoid the region. Our original planned path routed us through the border town of Moyale which has erupted in inter-tribal violence within the past few weeks. We had heard reports of burning buildings and dead bodies on the streets of Moyale. We were of the belief that changing our route to go further west, through Lake Turkana instead, might allow us to avoid such the violence and bloodshed. We spent several days talking to several different diplomats, people on the streets and the local police. Almost everyone advised us not to travel further south. It was an Ethiopian government official, named Tetebe, who finally convinced us to abandon the idea when he mentioned civilians being killed in several of the towns as well as grenades being thrown. He said biking through the region was like going through a pack of wolves that may, or may not, attack. As difficult as it is to concede to skipping the southern half of Ethiopia Arthur and I agreed it was not worth the risk and booked flights to Uganda. In town I also lost another phone to theft. I had it mounted on my bike for navigation. A man who had just given us directions to where we needed to go, went to shake my hand. When I shook his hand he pulled me off balance and snatched my phone out of the mount. I threw my bike down and chased after him. I didn’t stand much of a chance in flip flops and threw them off. As I chased him over a garbage dump barefoot, he turned up a busy street and disappeared. My feet were badly cut up during the barefoot chase. I spent a couple hours talking with the police, which I figured was a waste of time , but a local had insisted they could find my phone. Nothing came of it and the next day Arthur and I headed to the Mercato, or market section of town, to fix Arthur’s phone which was broken and find a new one for me. Our stay was not entirely negative in Addis Ababa. The Ethiopian traditional food in town is phenomenal and I drank fresh avocado, and mango juices almost every day. A nice man at a bike shop also helped us out by giving us boxes to package our bikes for the plane. I was also able to relax and do a lot of reading.
One of many fantastic juices I drank in Addis Ababa.
The nice woman who fixed my shorts and bike bag zippers.
Watch out Ethiopia I have a stick!
Today we had less than 80km to make it to Addis Ababa. Tomas felt sick and took a bus to town. I awoke excited because once we made it to Addis we planned on taking a few days off. Overall the day was uneventful. We had heard the Canadians had difficulty with locals riding this stretch the day before. Whenever I sensed potential harassment from somebody. I made a gesture to grab for my stick. This seemed to speak louder than words ever could. People left me alone. Riding through towns, I noticed that peoples eyes seemed to gravitate towards it. Some people pointed at it and smiled. I seem to get more respect with the stick. Many people in Ethiopia especially in the country side carry them. Throughout the day a number of people smiled and pointed as if to say look at that white guy on the bike he also whacks or threatens people with sticks. One guy in a truck ahead of me proudly waved his goat skinned covered stick out the window which I interpreted as him saying welcome to the club. Before reaching town I had one last climb followed by a long descent. Cars were backed up for miles bumper to bumper. I weaved through cars until I made it to the top where I found military officials stopping cars. I’m not sure what they were looking for but was glad they didn’t stop me. I rode swiftly down the hill and into the piazza district where I located the Baro Hotel and retired for the day.
After yesterday, I was tired and slept in until 6:30 this morning. Arthur left without breakfast but I stayed behind with Adrien, Simon, Tomas at roadside shop in Dejen for eggs. We each asked for 5 eggs but only got a small amount. They all left and I ordered another meal of Shiro (an Ethiopian traditional food) which consists of powdered chickpeas,onions, garlic and tomato. It typically comes with Injera but I ordered it with normal bread. I am happy to say its been over a week since I’ve had to eat Injera and I hope to finish my trip without eating any more. After these two meals I felt full and ready for the descent into the Blue Nile Gorge and the 1400m ascent that follows for 20km. The road down was treacherous. Large grooves had been worn into the pavement over time. Potholes and bumps were abundant and the road frequently turned to gravel or rocky dirt for small patches. I had to brake often to avoid gaining too much speed and becoming air born upon hitting bumps. The road was steep and my brakes and bicycle rims quickly heated up. I was a bit nervous that I might melt the brakes from all the heat. I passed a number of large trucks which were traveling slowly down the road to avoid hitting potholes and in order navigate the sharp turns. By the time I reached the bottom I was ready for a change and excited to start climbing. I crossed over a bridge and a police checkpoint. The police waved there hands and gestured for me to stop. I waved at them and pedaled away. It sometimes feels like the police are out to make your life difficult and I didn’t have the patience this morning to empty all my bags out or explain my trip itinerary. I was also fearful after my experience in Egypt that they might tell me I couldn’t cycle on this road. Thankfully they did not follow me and I began the ascent. Along the way there were a number of baboons and I stopped to take pictures of them. It was neat slowly climbing out of the gorge. I was only able to pedal 6-7 km/hr (4-5mph). The Blue Nile Gorge is Ethiopia’s version of the Grand Canyon in America. The road had a number of turns and often opened up to large views of terraced farm landscapes. Halfway up the climb I stopped in the small roadside town of Filiklik. Tomas caught up and we both sat down for lunch. I bought some biscuits and ordered scrambled eggs, a coke, and two coffees. I talked to a couple of locals including one crazy Ethiopian who had his shirt pulled up and stomach pushed out and kept talking to me in amharic as if I could understand. The other guy I was talking to spoke English well and told me not to mind the crazy man. We watched as hordes of children in matching uniforms finished school for the afternoon and walked up the street for lunch. By the time we finished lunch it was getting warm out so I took a few pitchers full of water and poured them all over my clothing. The remainder of the ascent went smoothly. A few children were asking for pens and money but they were not aggressive. I made an effort to wave, smile, and keep the children engaged in conversation as I pass, to minimizes my chances of getting stoned. An hour or so later I reached the top. I noticed my front wheel was wobbling and stopped to tighten the bolts. 4 or 5 teenagers crowded around to watch me and ask questions. I don’t like being crowded especially when I am preoccupied working on something. I struggled with this earlier in the trip when I was in Sudan. I have since become accustomed to it and have accepted that its just part of the experience being a white man traveling through rural villages in Africa. A kilometer after tightening my wheel, I arrived in Gohatsion and caught up with Arthur and Tomas. The two Canadians have taken a bus to another town further south. Adrien has been throwing up and feeling ill the last couple days. We suspect its altitude sickness. I checked out a number of hotels and settled on one that was clean, large enough to hold my bike in the room and only 100 birr (less than 4usd). I had a hell of a time communicating with the two kids running the hotel. While inexpensive, the trade off at this hotel was that there was no running water. Instead I used a bucket of water to flush the toilet and wash my hands. I ordered an egg sandwich and Shiro for second lunch and relaxed for the remainder of the afternoon. We only biked 40km but we hadn’t anticipated making much progress and were all happy to have made it up the gorge. I had a vegetable sandwich for dinner at a hotel across the way. Upon returning to my hotel one of the kids hovered over me as I unlocked my room and he cut a nasty fart that unfortunately got trapped in my room as I shut the door.
Near the top of the climb.
Baboons on the ride up Blue Nile Gorge.
This morning we passed a town with women carrying pots of water on their heads. Tomas noticed his rack was broken and used some tape and a hose clamp to make a temporary repair. I had some kids chase after me and ask me for money. I have found that if you talk to the kids, wave, say hello, and spout a fair amount of gibberish they more often than not refrain from throwing rocks at you. Knowing that the day was not going to be easy, I let Thomas and Arthur ride ahead and I rode at a slow pace for the first 400 meter climb. We had 1400m of climbing to do in 114km. Adrien had bad food poisoning again and took a bus with Simon ahead. We stopped for breakfast in Amanuel and had some eggs. In Debre Markos, I purchased some tasty toasted barley and peanut mix and continued on until I caught up with Tomas. We ate vegetable pasta in a small town. We finished the day’s ride in Dejen, the town at the cusp of the descent into the infamous Blue Nile Gorge.
This view reminds me of Kansas
These guys have my respect taking down a large tree without the use of power tools
Today was fantastic. Its wheat and pepper harvest time and we’ve been riding through rolling farm land hills. The kids were pleasant for the most part, and I can happily say it was a uneventful day. There was some begging for money and pens and I had one fist sized rock thrown at me , but it thankfully flew through my spokes without doing any damage. I got into a good rhythm listening to my breathing, which felt meditative, as I climbed up a sizable hill. We stopped in the town of Demebecha for the night. I had quite the experience finding the right hotel room. I locked myself into the first room and couldn’t get out because the lock was damaged. I had to pass the key under the door to a hotel worker who unlocked the door. The second room he showed me the same thing happened. At this point I was becoming increasingly angry and frustrated. Fortunately the third room had a new lock which was fully functional.
A bunch of hay stacks I saw right before almost getting hit by a large projectile rock.
Canadian friend Adrien riding through the heat of the day.
This morning upon entering the bathroom I was greeted by clouds of buzzing mosquitoes. Thankfully I had a mosquito net on my bed last night. Up to this point the mosquitoes have not been bad. Bahir Dar is situated along lake Tana, which along with a new invasive plant growing in the lake, serve as a perfect breeding ground for the mosquitoes. I took a quick cold shower and we were on the road. We had breakfast at our hotel and caught up with Tomas and the Canadians who had left before us from the town of Merawi. I asked the guys to keep an eye on my stuff while I searched out a pit toilet to pee. I would normally just urinate behind a bush, but In Ethiopia people seem to be everywhere it’s hard to have any privacy. When I returned I noticed that my Garmin GPS was gone. I walked up to a man who had just passed my bike and said hello while looking at his pockets for the familiar bulge of my GPS. Some other locals came over and could see that I was disturbed and asked me what the problem was. I told them what had happened and they incorrectly assumed the man I was talking to had stolen it and started smacking him. I tried to intervene, and they stopped eventually after interrogating the poor man. A crowd quickly formed around us at the cafe. A local man came up to me and said don’t worry we will help you out. After 15 or so minutes a teenager came up and passed my garmin to the man who returned it to me and apologized on the kids behalf. I was so relieved. Overall the whole experience was stressful, but it was uplifting to feel like this Ethiopian man and village was looking out for us. The man told us that they were not bad people. Shortly after leaving this town Tomas broke his chain. We all stopped and helped him put on a new chain. The rest of the day was pretty peaceful and people were very friendly until the last 20km. From Adis Kidani until we made it to Injibara we encountered more hostile stares and rock throwing from the locals. I passed a group of school children in uniforms who jeered at me and one girl who was carrying a branch roughly 3 times her height wacked me with it. I stopped my bike and was deciding how to respond when I saw the adult chaperone of the school children staring at me menacingly. I resumed riding, not wanting to test the man, as he looked ready to put a knife in my back. It seems like this sort of behavior is condoned. I later learned that Simon had rocks thrown at him by the same group and when he went to throw some back the same man looked at him and shook his head.
Farmer tilling his field with oxen.
Finishing the day … riding into Injabara.
We biked to Bahir Dar today. We had a number of school children throw rocks at Arthur and me. None hit me thankfully but Arthur got hit in the back and got off his bike to chase the children. The horn I have is often enough to stun the children long enough to distance myself. I still had a pleasant day of cycling and enjoyed the rolling green hills. We stopped at the Paradise cafe in Wereta and enjoyed breakfast. Mid meal I watched a power line transformer explode and send arcs of bright white sparks into the air. A group formed to watch the spectacle. The pole soon caught on fire and men started throwing dirt at the transformer to try and smother it. The power went out across the neighborhood. We continued cycling. As I got close to Bahir Dar I passed a college of agricultural and climate sciences. The city of Bahir Dar is neat. It’s interesting to see modern buildings again and a western resembling city. The people of Bahir Dar seem to have an unhealthy obsession with having clean shoes. On almost every street corner there were hustlers offering to clean my shoes
Ethiopian traditional homes. Eucalyptus wood and mud sealed houses with tin roofs. Eucalyptus is not native to Ethiopia but grows quickly and has been planted everywhere for timber
We left Gonder for Addis Zemen. Adrien and Simon our two Canadian friends were several days ahead of us as they didn’t go on the Semien mountain tour and had agreed to wait for us in Bahir Dar. It’s odd to admit it, however after traveling for more than a month now, it feels like I’m suffering from culture shock. Ethiopia is very different from Sudan. Throughout the day I had a number of children throw rocks at me when I refused to give them money. There was even a man in his 20’s who threatened to throw a large rock at me until I acknowledged him and shook my head to say no don’t throw that at me. He laughed and dropped the rock. Little did I know at the time that this would not be the last time I was threatened by an adult. Before our second large climb of the day, the three of us stopped to eat some bananas and bread at a café . We attracted a small crowd of children who were intrigued by us and watched our every move. On the climb up, several young adults took an interest in the bread and bananas strapped to my bike. I told them a number of times that they could not have my food. I was tired from the climbing and in no mood to acquiesce to the constant nagging. Today I’d encountered demands by Ethiopians for money, office stationary items such as pens and several other odd request. The people are not starving in Ethiopia it seems more like an expectation that since I’m white I should give them stuff. If I agreed to every request I would likely be walking the streets destitute and completely naked. Anyway, the men started grabbing for my food on the bike and I was close to exchanging punches. I never thought I’d be close to getting into a fight over oranges but I had had enough. Luckily it didn’t come down to fighting and I kept pedaling up the mountain. I summited the peak and screamed at a kid who angrily chased me for the bananas strapped on the back of my bike, even after I told him no several times in a calm mild mannered tone. Today I learned to conceal my food within my backpack so it is not visible while riding. The descent into Addis Zemen was exhilarating and I was able to reach 30 to 40 mph with fantastic views which made the climb up well worth the effort. We found a cheap hotel for 100 Birr per room or about 4 us dollars per night. I ate pasta and eggs for dinner and enjoyed a beer at a bar playing reggae music.
Awesome rock pillar on side of road during descent into Addis Zemen
Tomas, Arthur, and I had a great couple days hiking in the Semien mountains. We were joined by several cooks and tour guides, a Canadian, and two German tourists. The scale of these mountains is incredible. They were formed over 25 million years ago by a shield volcano that deposited magma over 3 km thick. over time erosion has created spectacular several thousand foot sheer cliffs. The park is a world heritage site and has some of the highest mountains in the African continent. From the top I could see miles of terraced hills and farmland. We saw a number of wild baboons and antelope. Every night I ate incredible cooked meals. We camped In open meadows (not the best for condensation) I awoke soaked one night and the next night with a sheet of ice over my tent. It was chilly at the high elevations. On the last day we summited Imet Gogo Peak at 3926 meters.
December 13 Pictures:
Farmers still use traditional methods to harvest barley in the Semien mountains. Horses or other livestock walk in circles over grain to process it.
Our guard holding a very old rifle that was passed down to him. He loved having pictures taken of himself.
December 14th Pictures
December 15th Pictures
Rock scramble to the top of Imet Gogo peak.
I took a rest day today and arranged a 3 day trek through the mountains for the next few days. I walked around Gonder and caught up on journaling. I also got the chance to try some honey wine which is called Tej. I’m having a difficult time with the people here in Ethiopia. The kids have been fantastic for the most part so far. But there’s a vibe of resentment towards foreigners especially here in Gonder. I had an intoxicated Ethiopian man walk behind me tonight as I was returning to my hotel and say “I don’t care about you. This is my country!”
We were not allowed to continue on bicycle to Gonder and instead took a police convoy with a man on a sniper rifle and several other men standing armed and alert with fingers trigger ready semiautomatic rifles. The streets were empty. For most of our 60 km to Gonder we saw very few people. A few miles into the ride one of the men accidentally released his clip on his rifle. It consequently fell onto the pavement scattering rounds everywhere. The man was chastised for his mistake and we waited while several men jumped out and collected/counted all the rounds to assure that they found every last bullet. This whole incident inspired little confidence in our escorts. I can thankfully say that the ride was uneventful and the military personnel were all very polite. They even shared some of their energy ration biscuits. I wouldn’t be surprised if these snacks have a 100 year shelf life they were pretty plain and made the USA MREs seem extremely flavorful in comparison. Nonetheless it was nice having bland food that didn’t upset my stomach. When we arrived in Gonder someone snatched my phone while I was assembling my bags on my bike. I had a tough day. Getting a new phone involved first buying a phone that didn’t work and having to return it to the con man and argue and yell at him for an hour with a couple of local guys that were helping me out. I was able to get most of my money back. I then purchased what I thought was a new phone only to discover several days later that the phone was hacked and had spyware installed on it.
Police escort to Gonder was fun even though I was a bit apprehensive at first.