Eat your heart out, Conrad

My friend Anja taught me how to drive a motorcycle a few weeks ago. Since then we've been around town twice. There are only a handful of white women in town so to have two of them go by on motorcycles in apparently quite a sight. Anja and I went to the Uruguayan water plant (yes, Kindu has a water plant run by Uruguaynas. Don't ask why, just accept) and practiced. Had we done it in town we'd be surrounded by Congolese kids in a heartbeat. It only took me a few tries to take off in first gear. Kindu's dirt roads are terrible so we can't get going too fast and I wear a helmut (this last information is for the benefit of my family, who thinking back to me learning how to drive a car, is likely slightly concerned by the motorbike concept). I gotta say, straddling a motorcycle and revving the engine is pretty friggin cool. And I think my reputation jumped a few notches in Kindu.