I explain why and how I’m updating my expectations of cycling in—and around—parks and reserves throughout East Africa (2,400 words). Continue reading
When “Uganda” and “food” are put together in a sentence, it’s usually to talk about green bananas or rolex. I share fond memories of other Ugandan starches that filled me up while we cycled through (1,900 words). Continue reading
Tsetse flies became more interesting when I turned my research into real-life experience (1,300 words).
In Uganda, it was difficult to move beyond simply seeing what I wanted to see (2,000 words). Continue reading
Despite a bad fall in the nineties, Anne still cycles because she needs to. Without her bicycle she says travelling to market in between managing her shop would be impossible. Yes, she insists, “It’s empowerment, going where you want, when you want.”
My ankles don’t feel much of anything, but they did help me with a change.
Stretched out on a bed enclosed in mosquito netting, a languid voice instructed me to gently move the spotlight of awareness from my feet up to my ankles. Ankles have sensations? The task was both playful and difficult, but more of the latter. It’s called practice, and the name is apt.
There’s the skin of a goat on the back of a passing bicycle. The skin is piled onto the rack and the hair shines in the sun, looking slightly wet. A man is steering the bicycle while walking beside it. He’s navigating the sidewalk, if you can call it that.