Easy Rider

What a twist! I refused to ride motorcycles in the states because I was too paranoid of getting smashed into little bits...but I so quickly hopped on the little “piki-piki” motorbikes that flew around the dirt roads in Kenya. Seeing the little 100cc motorcycles scoot around the market, carrying way too many people and goods, occupying a special role within this community...the allure was too much.

Courtesy of  Google.
Spot-on accurate.

No child left behind!
(also courtesy
of Google)

Although I had never driven a motorcycle before this point (no better time than the present!), I luckily had a very well-versed, patient teacher, Manas. He works in SCMH as a cook and has taught many volunteers and staff in the past. I knew I was in good hands.

Before long, I was on my way, traversing the overworked dirt roads, dodging cattle, and taking in some beautiful views of rural Nyanza province.

Good medium to learn on

Gridlock

Local fishing village

Getting up this hill was a true test

All in all, it was such a nice way to learn from locals, explore the surrounding area and create a new outlet for myself. Now, being the obvious piki piki pro that I am, I'll be riding into the Kenyan sunset like Dennis Hopper (minus the crude hand gestures and fiery demise.)