Moshi, Tanzania
Dozens of buckets on a bicycle.
A sore knee woke me up at two am, forty hours after getting hit. I try to move the knee into a more comfortable position. I’ve numbered dozens of different positions, but in a language that I’m not very familiar with and some of the positions have alternates marked with Roman numerals. I wish I could remember which position would relieve the pain! As I gradually wake up I realize that there are not dozens of positions for my knee to be in, just a couple. So I got out of bed and walked off the pain. It feels stiff in the morning but seems to improve with pedaling. Many people notice the road rash on my knee and say “pole sana” (a condolence) when I describe the incicdent. They know how dangerous piki-pikis can be. Last night our waitress was overworked since her colleague is in the hospital with a leg broken by a piki-piki. Moshe is near Kilimanjaro, but we can only see it’s lower slopes. The summit is hidden in clouds.
Rest stop at Lake Duluti.
The only UPS package car I've seen in Africa did not move for the week we were in Arusha.
This clock is no joke. Dawn & dusk is 12 o'clock; noon is 6.
