Well, I checked out of Fort Soixante Neuf and sped to Mwanza so I could get some money and finally eat something. Unfortunately, the first 70km were a dirt track. As I believe I may have mentioned before, I'm no natural off roader but it's funny how you improve at things when needs must.
300 kms in the sun and with the first 70 being so hard might make a lot of people wonder why anyone would want to ride a bike around Africa.
Well, there's the scenery, the diverse cultures and, of course, the wildlife but for me, it's a map, no particular place to go and a bottle of milk stout.
As Shakespeare put it, "gentlemen in England now abed must be well jel"
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