Uphill both ways

I am sitting in a bush taxi on my way south looking out the front windshield, but not really seeing what is passing me by on the paved road.

I am trying to distract myself from sweating and daydreaming about the upcoming week of training when I realize that for the past 10 minutes, we have been passing a steady stream of students in their khaki school uniforms.

There are normally people walking on parts of the road where you wonder where they could be coming from and where they could be going. When I see these people I tend to think of the trip that I’m seeing as a rarity, although it probably occurs a lot of more than I would want to know. I know, though, with students that they are all making this walk at least four times today. And I know we won’t pass the secondary school for another 7 km.

Right, now, in the hottest part of the day, their journey is making my hour ride in a taxi, while sitting two people in what most Americans would consider a spot for one, not as bad as I first thought.