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.

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