01/03/2024 Bikepacking Guinea Day 148 : When Life Gives You Lemons…
What surprises me is when they take photos of me with THEIR phones, I’m usually staring back at a large modern looking device with a triple-lens camera, making me pretty sure their phones are fancier than mine. It leads me to ponder if I'm being judged based on my skin color; I’m white and therefore have a more expensive yet diminutive phone?
I’ve been meeting folks from Sierra Leone recently, which has been engaging because they speak good English. One Guinean/Sierra Leone guy told me that he had gone to Botswana. I asked him,
“Why did you go there?” Assuming he went for work.
“Just like you,” he exclaimed, pointing at my bike. “I like to see new places!”
I just assumed that Africans don’t travel for fun. So, as you can see, I can’t complain too much about them judging me. This pre-judgement works both ways.
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Finding resources has become exceptionally difficult. While you can get (largely blocked) cell phone service and credit reloads in every town, with regard to food, there are very few items to buy. I cannot fairly say that there is NO food. Every little shack has shelves stocked with mayonnaise, sardines, condensed milk, tomato paste, and juice. If anyone has any recipes using these ingredients, please send me a line.
But don’t send it on WhatsApp, Facebook, or as any type of video. That stuff is all blocked by the government here, which is adding a lot of time and battery consumption fiddling with my phone trying to get anything done online. I guess they don’t want you to know what I’m about to tell you.
In Guinea, all of the wells are sealed off on top with concrete. To get the water, they all have a foot pump mechanism. I’m always looking for “easy water,” and filtering plus UV purification takes less time than squeezing those little 400 mL bags into bottles all day. The only problem is: After checking several dozen, I’ve only seen 2 working wells since I’ve been in Guinea. Whenever I ask the locals about the well, they just shrug and say “c’est ferme,” (it’s closed; a nice way of saying “it is broken”). Today I found one that looked like it would work - even started a video… but its pump mechanism was also broken.
In the end, we see motorcycles stacked with huge jugs - strapped all over the sides and on top of the rack - bringing water from the rivers to town. People wash clothes, bodies, and cars in the river. So do I. Water, the most basic essential is hard to come by here.
If you read the aid organization’s propaganda, the people are quoted as saying, "Thank you! This borehole means so much to us. May God bless you, as he is the only one who can repay you!"
It’s the wrong solution to the right problem.
When life gives you lemons… check the receipt for the return policy!
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Ride Stats:
Elapsed Time | Moving Time | Distance | Average Speed | Max Speed | Elevation Gain | Calories Burned |
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10:04:48
hours
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05:41:33
hours
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89.89
km
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15.79
km/h
|
52.90
km/h
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1,480.00
meters
|
2,694
kcal
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