03-23-2013, 03:38 AM
Living on a DR
Joined: Jan 2006
Location: New Delhi - new 'home' for post RTW
On the road after a good breakfast of oatmeal. The section of the route from Marrupa to Montepuez is currently under construction, meaning, get out and ride the world before it all gets paved over!
Road construction through forests and rainy seasons don't go together. Riding the detour from the newly laid roadbed on the right.
African Mud. It's good for the boots.
A wide puddle but it looked shallow, so I just went for it.
The construction petered out and I was smiling end to end as the road became a small forest trail. It was getting close to mid-day and these cumulonimbus clouds were heading for my path.
sanDRina in the forests of Northern Mozambique. There was hardly any traffic on this route, evident by the grassy, center berm. I loved being amongst such tall trees but it saddened me that they would be chopped down soon to make way for progress.
Having a lunch of soft-boiled eggs and buns. I made these eggs in the morning and like to boil them for 5 to 6 minutes to get the yolk into a semi-solid state.
Just as I was finishing up lunch in the middle of the forest, rain drops started falling. I packed up and got moving and rode through a fair amount of rain. The route was sandy but when it got wet, it actually became easier to ride.
Riding through rain is not a problem but I'm a bit wary of lightning and this one thunderstorm was throwing down the electrical shards ahead of me and I thought best to wait it out instead of riding through it. I pulled up in this little village and asked in my basic Portuguese if I could just take a break here. A few minutes after getting inside this hut, the storm hit and the rain came down heavy.
The villagers who let me stay in their hut during the storm.
The kids were thrilled to see this strange man and his strange motorcycle make a stop in their village.
I presumed this man was the village head and this boy, who was the best-dressed there, was his eldest son.
The kids were all shy of my camera at first, but once I took one picture and showed it to them, they all loved it and wanted to get in every shot. Here, they're eating some left over nshima and beans after an adult was through with his lunch.
Look into his eyes as he reaches for his next hand-full of nshima. This kid looked to be the smartest one and I thought about how geography (where you are born on this planet) plays such a critical role in determining who gets what kind of chance in this world.
Twenty minutes later and the thunderstorm had passed with sunshine in its wake.
Saying goodbye to the mamas of the village.
And one last shot of all the kids.