Day 57, 65 words

Day 57, 65 words

Geita to Mwanza, 126km

We scrape mud from our bikes and cycle off into thick fog.

The sun emerges as the road undulates through a series of gentle hills and valleys, before once again coming upon Lake Victoria.

Here, surrounded by peculiar boulder formations we wait for a ferry, accompanied by massive marrabou storks. They linger among us, waiting to eat carrion or whatever other garbage they may find.