Life on a Boda

A boda; Ugandas motorcyle taxi. Hundreds and hundreds of boda drivers waving and trying to get your fare throughout the day. There is nothing like climbing on the back of one, and placing all trust of your life in the hands of a skilled boda driver. It is liberating, it congeals a sense of fully letting go and embracing the moment, the now, the present emotion of freedom from thought; regular thoughts that is.. I must be honest and say the thought of one day shitting my pants on one is a bleak reality. Driving on one, is like watch a mouse running through its burrowed trails in a field; swiftly weaving in and out of traffic, dodging cars, turning on a dime, all at the speed of sound.. They are fast, exhilerating, powerful machines, affordable and the best known way in Kampala to make it through the "Jam" that plagues every city street. Around every corner you come face to face with a system of driving that if it were to be transposed to North America, all that would result is one huge series of car pile ups... Yet here, everything moves in clockwork, everyone knows there place, putting faith in when to go and when to stop, it makes no sense how it works, but it works with ease here. This is a feeling I will never forget..... a place where within all the chaos and busyness of Kampala, one can somehow find great inner peace...who knew.... on the back of a crotch-rocket!!! Hells Angels, if you ever read this, I now understand your lifestyle. Maybe one day I will be destined to be a greesey, long-haired, bandana-wearing, leather sporting, hog hound!!! oowwww owwww!!! with the open road and my harley, life is bliss. If not for a moment in my dreams!!!