I said two blogs ago… “But I will… mark my words. I will ride a chukadoo down a hill in the near future.”
Well, today I had a meeting at the British Embassy outpost here in Goma by the border of Rwanda. The reason I tell you it’s by the border is so you understand that there is a lot of traffic there. Big trucks waiting to cross, lots of cars and a lot of motos waiting to pick people up after the cross. After we left, we were walking down the street when a chukadoo driver jumped off his very patriotic chukadoo, laid it on the ground and went into a store. The police officer sitting outside saw me eyeing the chukadoo and said “hey white girl, take the chukadoo” (in Swahili and French mixed). So I did.
I picked it up. There were so many moto drivers and pedestrians there watching and wondering what I was going to do. Of course I was wearing 3″ wedges (I do that a lot here…not sarcasm, I do)and I’m sure most people were thinking I would just pick it up and look at it and then put it back down.
I’ve seen this done enough to know how to get started…
So I gave Dieudonne my purse and I used my left leg to start to push, I maneuvered around Raj… our driver picking us up, and then when I had enough speed I jumped on with both feet and started down the ever so slight declining road to Rwanda. My form was excellent