The farewells were short. Not much adieu is made of the coming and goings of touring folk, as either you'll be back in six weeks, or you won't, but friends made will always have a means of getting in touch. Technology has made the world a very small place. I've been touring in East Africa for better than two and a half years, back and forth roughly every six weeks, but this departure had a slightly different flavour. I look at everything more closely, savouring more, slightly melanchonic and retrospectic, trying to capture what I can, not of the images before me as much as the general aura of the place, as I'm not sure I'll be back. I've made the place a second home, but it's time for a change. East Africa will always hold a special place in my heart, for so many reasons. There have been many memories, and lessons learned, about myself as well as others, that I'll be processing well into my elder years. But I'm off to Canada and anxiously awaiting word of my next posting, good or bad. I know what I've requested but unfortunately it doesn't work that way, you go where you are needed. In transit I hear more of my possessed bike, the one who messed up both my shoulders in two separate crashes, as the beast is still up to it's evil ways. The co-worker who borrowed it was mugged on it his third day out, surrounded by a large gang of machete wielding thugs, patting him down for cash and his phone. That ride is bad luck.
But back in Canada, back on my trusty Norco pounding out miles in the wilds of Nova Scotia, prepping for hurricane Arthur bearing down on us this coming weekend, I'm excited about the possibilities. Where to next?
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