WE DID SOME CYCLING. The van plan finally came together…
Weeks Sixty-Four to Sixty-Five: Plan B
Week Sixty-Three: An Oxford Man In Cambridge
Weeks Sixty to Sixty-Two: Three Weeks Of Crazy
I bet you think I’ve been lazy with the blog again, don’t you? Skipping weeks so I can lump them all together. Other times that’s been true. This time, as you’ll see, there was no natural pause in the ongoing story of the past few weeks. It really did have to be told together to experience the highs and lows as they happened. So I’m afraid this is a long one. Get comfy and grab a tissue, you may just cry…
Week Fifty-Nine: Do Not Trust The Yellow Vests
Week Fifty-Seven: Heavy Showers With A Chance Of More Rain
We have been so incredibly lucky with the weather in East Africa. The long rains officially started in April – when we were in Uganda. Yet thanks to good ‘ol climate change, we’ve only been caught in a handful of twenty-minute showers, drying shortly after in the sun. All good things must come to an end, however, and our luck ran dry this week…
Week Fifty-Six: The Century Race
Week Fifty-Five: OMG! Kilimanjaro Is Tarmacked
Week Fifty-Four: New Neighbours
Week Fifty-Three: Tanzania’s Pretty Big
Week Fifty-Two: A Sobering Experience
Week Fifty-One: Simon Pegg Sorted Us Out
Week Fifty: Are We There Yet?
Boy has it been a tough week this week. After leaving our lovely beachside camp, we caught a much shorter ferry from the west side of the Ssese Islands back to the mainland and planned to make a beeline for Rwanda. And with only 257 km from the ferry terminal to the border, we should have been there already. But we’re not…
