continued our journey. We soon real-
ised our guide had to decide on the fly
which roads we would be going on, he
explained that he “likes to try and get
lost”, adding some excitement to the
adventure.
Forced to occasionally turn back,
the roads had now become steep and
impassable; the rains had taken a
great toll. The restrictions of direc-
tion meant we were faced with limited
information about where we were and
what we were seeing. It didn’t matter,
it was the experience, the challenge,
the adventure. I had never ridden
on dirt tracks yet I was gaining confi-
dence, in both the conditions and my
own ability. I didn’t mind the chal-
lenge we were presented.
Jason, believing it was too rough for
the scooter to get through, thought it
best if we went back to base. Our oth-
er guide disagreed, having confidence
that it wouldn’t be a problem for either
scooter or rider. I was so glad he did,
this stretch of dirt track was great fun.
Slick, on the edge of the river, huge
pot holes presenting the greatest chal-
lenge. At one point I misjudged the
depth of one of the holes and went
right into it, not realising the water
would reach all the way up to the seat.
Unperturbed I kept going, not daring
to allow the scooter to stop. We’d face
many more encounters like this.
We came a cross a canal that we
had to ride along. A local stood there,
signalling us to turn back, she said
TRAVERSE
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