Riding a pogo into Rwanda

After blowing the main suspension seal. WE did a day of 450 km and the border into Rwanda ($50 US ) so some of the group could do a visit to their relatives (AKA gorillas). We ended the day in Kigali and had a beer in the famous hotel Rwanda. Also had a visit to the memorial to the genicide of only 13 years ago, I cried for all the lovely babes macheted in that mad time of hate. The next day as I sat in a field with about 60 people holding machetes or scythes I felt quite vulnerable, but being alone in these places brings its rewards too and I got to go to a home (grass and mud hut) for lunch. The food was awful porridge stuff that is the staple for the masses and non went to waste as when I had eaten my tin cup was passed to the next kid waiting for a spare bowl. The neighbours all came to visit as I sat on the rock by the door. Incredibly primitive living surrounded by lush productive fields of kumera, corn, potato, rice, green beens tomatoes and avocados. A goat for milk and meat when she dries up.

While I’m lounging in the country, Paul and Brendan have located the only shock unit in all of Africa and it is in Rwanda where the Police use BMWs as their vehicle of choice. So BMW riders needing parts should detour to Kigali to Gapela Autos. I arrived back from the hills with happy boys grunting and talking in gorilla and a new shock unit. Yippee I don’t bounce anymore, it could have shaken my huge bust off.

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