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My friend, David (who I talked with about math and evolution on previous blogs, links are below.) went on a backpacking trip in Africa recently. This is his story of the experience of other cultures.
This is the seventeenth blog in part 2 of this series. Here is the link for the page where the others can be found:
June 27: Kayaking in Kibuye:
After a restful sleep, I got up to prepare for the kayaking trip. I had breakfast and caught up with Lindsey. Unfortunately, she wasn’t feeling too well, and had an upset stomach. She decided that she wasn’t well enough to carry on with the kayaking, and opted out. I guessed that it was just going to be me and the guys from the race, Michael and Otto.
I boda boda’ed to where the guys were and met up with our guide, Gratcian. We started Kayaking at around 8:30 and explored the island chains in the distance. Deep into the lake, the waters were choppy. We raced to the farthest island named after its appearance, Napoleon’s Hat. Along the way, Michael’s kayak flipped over. I had a few close calls myself in those two feet high waves. The wind tended to want to turn the kayak. Paddling towards the target was difficult, but eventually we made it.
Michael had been much farther behind. Once he caught up, we had a quick lunch before exploring the island. We walked along a small path. Michael and Otto were wearing sandals, so they were fine. I was the one who was suffering, barefoot. The trees and bushes were thick, and the ground was filled with sticks and thorns. Occasionally, I would jump at the pain of a bunch of thorns sticking in my heels. I tried to walk on the smooth rocks to avoid it, but sometimes it was inevitable. We walked and walked until we came to the unfortunate realization that the island was huge. It may have looked like Napoleon’s hat from the shore, but the back side was enormous.
We came across some cows and goats, but no one in sight. The clock struck 12. We had been walking for an hour in the sun. I looked at the position of it, recalling our westward starting point, and guessed that we hadn’t gone farther than halfway around the island. We kept walking since it was too far to turn back. There were many more rocks, thorns and hot sand to walk across until we got back to Gratcian and the kayaks. On some parts, there was no option but to bush-wack through grass cliffs and jagged rocks. But eventually, after one and a half hours or more of walking, we saw the kayaks just around the next cliff. We made it back, cleaned up a bit and headed on our way through calmer waters.
After we arrived back at Bethany hotel and returned our kayaks, I joined the boys in their suite for a nice cold Mutsig beer in the evening sun. Then I rushed back to the bus stop to catch the 5 o’clock bus with Lindsey.
…To be Continued…