I Travel to Live

You know how once you hit 25, everything starts spiraling out of control. Too fast. Time flies faster. Some friends are getting married or buying plots and you’re there trying to catch your breath. You start re-evaluating the past quarter century you have spent on this earth, the sacks of maize you have consumed in ugali. Or the kilos of wheat flour you have devoured in chapatis. And you wonder, was it all worth it? Am

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A Dog Taught Me To Love Again!

Now I like dogs but I can’t say I love them. Only a few days prior I had accidentally hit my host’s dog at Mt Suswa when it kept nagging me. Emphasis on ACCIDENTALLY.

Cycling Up Mt. Kenya

The words will just come to me. They should. They always have. With every ride I go for, the experience gives birth to a story so interesting that I can’t fail to write about it. But this one I took too long with. I didn’t even know I would ever write it yet the experience…

Western Kenya Cycling Tour – Home of Champions

Merewet. Lolkinya. Sibanga. Where am I? These road signs speak the actual names of the places I am passing through but none seems to make sense. Take Merewet for instance. In Kalenjin it’s the name of some type of bird that I don’t know, but to me it has this naughty connotation. “I’m Mere Mere…

Lakeside Tour – Island Rider

I’m lying on sacks and sacks of lemons on my way back to Mbita mainland. The heavily loaded boat is rocking me gently. I hear the waves slapping on its wooden frame as I close my eyes hoping to drift away. The breeze on my face, cool with a hint of water droplets take me…

Aberdares Sufferfest

It’s Friday morning and unlike someone waking up in the T.G.I.F mood, I was on a different tune. In my mind a string of thoughts. In my heart, mixed emotions. It was finally Friday, the day of the long suffering that we, Tony and I, chose to call a cycling adventure. For a moment, I…

Baiskeli Adventures – My Story

In my opinion, nobody is really born a cyclist or an engineer or part of any profession whatsoever. We all choose what we end up being, or if unlucky, it’s chosen for us. Personally I don’t think I was automatically born a cyclist. In my early days I had this dream of becoming a police…

Nightfall, Rainfall and Bikefalls!

Ever cycled at night? Yes? Ok. Ever cycled in the rain? Yes again? Alright, you’re a cool cyclist I must say because it takes full passion to not chicken out and duck under a tree or whatever may have a roof nearby once the first rain drops fall. Pat yourself on the back too for…

A Letter Back Home

Dear Dearest, I’m probably writing you this letter by the grace of the glowing bonfire lit before me in the middle of this jungle. Or maybe, I’m curled up (by the same bonfire) along the shores of one of those lakes we once heard of in Geography class. Well, I’m here right now and it…

I’m This Kind of Cyclist

I’m this kind of cyclist who just picks up a bicycle and rides. I don’t care what brand it may be; made of carbon, aluminium or plastic…as long as it’s a bicycle, I’m game. As long as it has two well tuned wheels that can move symmetrically and truly (because I do not like the wobbliness…