Life on a Mountain Bike

Hi everyone, thanks for pausing by. I usually wake up so early in the morning when at work and sleep also very late at night that sounds not really good. Last week, the management had to give me a holiday at home that is about 76km away from my workplace. All my minds had gotten used of not relaxing and always up early and late slumber at nights, it is today morning that I hid from mum secretly with my mountain bike and got lost in the meandering trails of the Kigezi region. I did this to my mum because she usually sees me at distance when I am freewheeling downhills very crazily with a high speed and she starts closing her eyes trying not to see my speed, hahah ! She usually comments when I reach home that why would I disappear (bike) like an aeroplane and I keep getting her it is my best part of the exercise. My little sisters love biking and my little nephew too "Andrew" my target is to promote their murale because it is very healthy.

I biked since morning as early as 7:30am , with my gargets for emergency repair tools and drinking water in my small backpack.

It was so clear in the morning showing no any sign of raining,so I could hardly take any of my simple rain gears. It was getting hot and hotter and had to get some stop overs at different points, this was my first stop at the little waterfall, from the little research I made, this water comes from a rock and the local people rank this water as the best and safest one for drinking. It's at this point where I met this friend " Wycleff" who got more of excitement when he saw my bike and my helmet, he came close by and kept on looking at my face and asking if I was with "Bazungu" (white people) because him and his group usually see me having them on bike tours or "Bazungu" biking alone.

I reached the mine poinys for the sand, and gravel stones, the locals here spend much of their time mining and splitting heavy stones into gravel stones that bring them income after sale. They specialise in this activity to earn aliving and get money for food, and clothes. Children born from poor families hardly go to school but do this mining for survival and the welbeing of their families in future...sounds miserable and tiresome work! These kids are often helped by sponsers "tourists" who bypass them and feel mercy of helping them in education, clothes donations and many other donation types. I stopped for almost two minutes interracting with some of the kids I found then I continued to Lake Bunyonyi.

I had almost made about 45km so I had to stop at one of the famous and nice lodge here ;Acardia Lodge where I took my cold soft drink as I do relaxing. The place if very beautifully built in a cool nice place with the panoramic views of the lake Bunyonyi, more to that they have cool gardens where you can sit and relax in a silent mode.
It was getting to 2pm because of alot of fun I would meet on along the trails and nice little talks with the locals, even the distance I had covered was long and truly tired. I was preparing to leave now back home because I had to go and assist my mum in some house work.

Nosooner had I stood up to begin the bike than the rain from the skies started. It started slowly and my mind conviced me to move on and surely I did. After like 400m away riding, the rain increased the strength, and unfortunately where I had reached, there were no houses for hiding in.

I continued and all my dressing attires got wet, the groung became more slipperly with my bike tyres but I kept on until home.

On making it home, the rain has started to reduce and I got my heavy shower, light up wood fire and got warmth as I catchup with Mum's work and this marked my @Actifit