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donated to the wilds of Uganda. Needless to say they also nd a Precipice of Certain Death for Hans to hop around on Words and photos by Carmen Freeman-Rey.
Our charity, Wheels 4 Life, has evolved and grown a lot. It now has an infrastructure in place, with a team of field volunteers that enables us to run this non-profit organisation purely, efficiently and effectively. It was time to head back to East Africa again to follow up on some of the work we have been doing there in previous years. Our mission was to meet many of our project leaders from Kenya and Uganda in the field, as well as a lot of the previous bike recipients, to monitor first-hand the impact the bicycles have had on their lives. We would also be giving a whole lot more bikes away at the same time, 270 to be precise. We also wanted to learn; about the countries, the people, their needs and character. We are often asked the questions: Can we make a difference? Are we making a difference? The answer is yes; most definitely we can, and we are.
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Hemispheres apart.
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Of course, it would be unthinkable for us to visit Uganda, a rst for both Hans and me, without taking our bikes.
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Like the Pied Piper, children followed Hans in awe of the amazing things that this mzungo could do on a bike.
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Even though I know after all these years to trust that Hans knows his limits, it is sometimes hard to switch off from being his wife and terried for his safety.
Postcard perfect.
If you imagine a giants staircase up to the Heavens, then you will be able to picture the first 8,202ft of Mt. Elgon. A series of steep cliffs ascended, levelling off abruptly into vast plateaus that seemed to expand before our eyes. From each plateau waterfalls descended, millions of gallons of water thundering over the precipice until landing uproariously into giant pools that then flowed into rivers, until another big drop when the process was repeated again. At one of the many panoramic vista points we were able to look out over a landscape that seemed to stretch into infinity. Far below the sheer drop, we could just make out the small dots on a hillside opposite that were the cottages we were staying in. It was at this point that Hans started suggesting he would ride along the edge of the steep cliff, with the waterfall and epic panorama in the background. It was here that the only two tourists we saw on the whole trip happened to be sitting and taking in the view. Are you mad? they asked. Good question. Even though I know after all these years to trust that Hans knows his limits, it is sometimes hard to switch off from being his wife and thus being terrified for his safety. One slip, one wobble and it would all be over; lights out and goodbye world. On we went through tiny villages where the inhabitants waved and cheered and seemed quite happy that we were taking over their little trails and taking photos, Hans skidding through the berms and kicking up the dust. Open green meadows gave way to fields planted with bananas, the trail twisting and turning; we never knew what would be around the next bend. Hans stopped suddenly, then I caught up and saw what he was looking at: a fallen tree lying across the river, creating a perfect natural bridge and giving Hans the opportunity to implement some of his trials riding skills. Big kid that he is sometimes, he put smiles on all the children watching him balance and counter-balance as he kept his line above the water. We were coming to the end of our incredible day. Hans knew immediately that he would have to come back one day, since we only got to ride a small number of the trails in the area it will be a worthwhile adventure one day to return and traverse the entire Mount Elgon range, from Uganda all the way to Kenya.
Staircase to heaven.
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Proven rewards.
Our charity trip was to continue through Uganda, with several stops in Kampala, Lake Victoria and Masaka. Busi Island was a highlight, meeting 50 healthcare workers who had received bikes from us in the past. Hearing their stories and how the bikes have changed and saved many lives was great to hear. It was quite an adventure to get to the island with a boat and then onwards with boda boda moto taxis while Hans was riding his own bike. I admit it, I felt a little like a celebrity when we pulled up to the grounds of the clinic, with people clambering to shake our hands and greet us, everyone so happy that we came. You are Carmen, I heard over and over again. As for me, it was a big thing for them to finally meet the person that they had been corresponding with for the past three years. Most of us have seen photos or news images of what these clinics look like, with basic equipment, decrepit
beds, soiled linens and very ill people. Poking my head into one room I witnessed a mother lying on a cot with her baby and a child that looked about two years old. The older child was attached to a drip, the baby looked at me questioningly as the mother dozed. Thanks to bicycles each health worker can travel four times as far and four times quicker than before, resulting in visiting four times as many patients. Another highlight was the fun bicycle race we staged with some of our bike recipients. They all showed up in their Sunday church clothes, ready to meet us and to race Hans. As the new bike receivers lined up and signed their contracts that bind them to the agreement that they would maintain, keep safe and not sell their bicycles, Hans and some of the people who already had received a bike from us in the past were getting their race faces on. We mentioned that we had prizes and oh boy, that upped the excitement level. The prospect of winning some Adidas sunglasses and various treats for the other participants really made their competitive side kick in.
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As Hans anticipated, the Kyankwanzians really know how to pedal fast. Our cameraman and I were following on motorbikes trying to capture the whole thing on film, which sounds easier than it is in practice I mentioned the potholes and ruts, didnt I? The race was won by the gentleman in the pink shirt (we arent including Hans in the line-up, that wouldnt be fair, but yes he was the fastest by a whisker). There was a positive party atmosphere at the finishing line, with everyone excited and having a good time. As they say, there were no losers; everyone came away with something that day, a bike, a prize or one of the items of clothing that Hans and I had been amassing over the year specifically to give away on this trip. It certainly felt good to see so many animated and happy people.
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