snippets of my bike ride to Labé

The first mountain I have to cross on my bike ride, the path is narrow and very rocky, not to mention steep, even without the rocks, I don't think I can bike up. My thighs just aren't strong enough, even though they have been repeatedly called thunder thighs by an ex-boyfriend. Let me put this way, some people can't even ride their motorcycle up. There was another guy also pushing his bike up the mountain ahead of me. He kept looked out after me to see if I needed help pushing my bike. After we crossed the mountain and came to a fork in the road, he was heading one way and me another. He took out 2 oranges and offered them to me. That was really nice.

Another stretch of road an hour later on my ride, every time I pass here, there are always some kids who run after my bike for about 10 minutes. Asking for my helmet, my bag, my bike, etc. I like joking with them since they are running on a stretch that is slowly going uphill and I don't mind having some company to go up this hill, and wouldn't mind buy them some fried dough if there is someone selling it.

Later on, two kids on a bike passing me and said "good afternoon" in French when it is only 11:30am, stopped and asked me straight out to give them some money. I just said that I had none.

So, after hauling ass for 5 hours to Labé, I only to find out that the new trainees won't come until next week. I came here to welcome them. This is Guinée, communication is hard and I will have to just turn around to haul my ass back to site to teach for 3 days, then come back to Labé again next wednesday, but hopefully in a PC ride. Inch Allah!