So Mark and I took to the streets this week on our bikes to work out our itinerary for the upcoming Borgou Bike Tour. This is what we knew about where we were going: nothing. Didn't know where we'd eat, where we'd sleep, or whether or not the roads we were relying on even existed (the best map we have was drawn in 2000). After an exhausting taxi ride that placed us in Tobre, where a volunteer presently resides, we took off at 3:00 to try to make it 40 km before finding a place to sleep in a town called Sinende. Here's what we found:
And our room for the first night...
Apparently there's a fete every year at the start of the dry season where people take to the streets to swing burning tires around, effectively lighting all of the dry brush on fire. A very eerie experience and quite a surprise given that it was going on outside of our window.
Hey Bud, love the video! But I probably won't share with Gram on Christmas!Think I'll stick with Love Actually! You look thin. Miss you and Love you and "It's a long way from West Africa" doesn't put me immediately into tears this Holiday Season! Enjoy your WAWA time! Love, mama
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