My bike...

Rwanda, the land of a thousand hills.

Imagine all these hills, for you that have your mountain bikes or rollerblades it would either be a thrill or let’s say a hell of a work out. My thoughts are forget the up hill just let me have a nice bike and feel the wind in my hair as I go as fast as humanly possibly down these killer hill sides.

Now let’s see where can I find such machine to let me enjoy this ride. While driving one day to Kibuye (the far western province, right on Lake Kivu) I saw it, it was perfect. I have never seen something like this before. I had to have it, what a ride it would be. A bike! Home made, very sturdy and I’m sure not to expensive. I stopped the car, called the boy over and in my best Kinyarwandan (local language) told the boy that I wanted to buy his bike from him for 10,000frw ($10). A bit surprised, the boy says 20,000frw ($20).
This went on for a while, finally he agreed, the payment was made and he helped me to load it into the car.Wow I had my bike finally.

But don’t you think for one moment that I will be caught dead going down one of these hills with this thing. Unlike the Rwandese, you should see these kids ride these things.
It sure makes a great souvenir to sit on my back porch area though.