boda ride

I got my wish for a boda ride. Bryce and I were out walking in downtown looking for a church we had heard of, but of course we didn’t find it. In our wanderings he had tried to take me into one place, but they wouldn’t let us in. as he tried to figure out why they would let us in, I mentioned that they looked muslim. Well of course, but they always let him in so long as he greets them properly. But im a girl I pointed out. Ah ha! That’s why …oh the joys of being female.

So when we wanted to get back to ntinde, we walked up to a pair of boda drivers who had bikes which looked like they were well taken care of and asked how much to ntinde. 5000 each, so we tried to bargain them down. Nope, so we kept walking. Found another couple likely looking drivers. Same thing. So we walked off again. Then one of them followed us and offered to take us both for 5000. So we climbed on, me in front of Bryce. Bryce is the Montana football player who is a solid 250 or so. I looked in the side mirror; all I could see behind me was his shoulder. I bet we looked very funny. Black boda driver, smallish white girl, BIG white guy. The boda even had trouble getting up the hills with that much weight on the back.