During my stay in Kampala I got a sponsor. Then I cycled to the border of Congo, where I visit a couple of refugee camps and a family of Pygmies, who escaped from the conflicts of their country.
Biking on way up I arrived in Nairobi, an enormous city that is 1920 m upon the sea level. Its size astonished me and I was feared at first. There were too many vehicles and a lot of people walking around like ants, a rhythm that only big cities have.
Near the Olduvai Gorge and to 1.000 meters of altitude it is the salted lake Eyasi. To only 10 kilometers of their waters, in a too hot and dry area, one of the most primitive tribes in the country inhabits: the Hadzabe
I was told the Masais were antisocial and dangerous, but meeting them allowed me to break that stupid prejudice and start a nice friendship. They even offered me some milk with blood!!
Zanzibar is an almost perfect island. As soon as I arrived there I realized this place is only to rest. There you can find everything ...and even something else.
Los descuidos en el interior del país fueron muchos: poca higiene, extraña agua y comidas servidas en cualquier lugar me provocaron parásitos que me llevaron a perder cinco kilos y por momentos a pasarla bastante mal!
Cycling the Makonde highlands, through its people I heard about their habits, which some of them, as they told me, should be abandoned according to the times. At that moment I perceived that I was standing in front of the last generation of those who still conserve intact their oldest traditions.
While I was getting further into the Niassa province, I started to discover the true dangers. I remember that in the city some people told me: "On that road you will suffer".
According to Abudo, the government tries to combat the problem of the over fishing putting restrictions during certain months of the year to protect the fish in the breeding station, but many of the fishermen don't always understand...