“Muzungu! How are you?”

On our first day riding, it was a struggle to get out of the tangled web that makes up Kampala. It’s the capital and by far the largest city in the country. The roads are congested by trucks, cars, boda boda motorcycles, people, and animals and that day the streets were loud and bursting with… Continue reading “Muzungu! How are you?”

Slopping Up

For breakfast we had a rare treat: crepes with papaya and hot tea. Our table companions were a group of Belgians in their 20s. Two of them lived in Kampala, the other two were visiting. They were dressed in their mountain climbing gear and looking nervous. “Hannah has never climbed a mountain before,” one of… Continue reading Slopping Up