Barbs's Big Bike RIde

This year I have decided to stay and enjoy an English Spring. It has been a long time coming but at last it is here and I am off to explore my own back yard. Well actually travelling up the UK mainland as far north as possible before 21st June and see how close I can get to the Midnight Sun.


After my travels along the Camino de Santiago across northern Spain last September on my trusty old iron donkey, I have bought a lighter bike in the hope that I can get up a few more hills and by going from Lands End to John o Groats (LEJOG) I can avoid the killing headwinds of the Spanish meseta.


So here she is, we had a jolly naming ceremony on Saturday and hopefully the good friends, food and weather I enjoyed will carry me through to the farthest northern climes. Thank you all for a great send off, admirably topped off with one too many pints The Village Bike listening to Mojo Triangle.


And she is called Eleanor, isn't she beautiful, I hope I still have such tender feelings after 6 hours in the saddle, but probably only in the nether regions I fear.


The map link on the right will show a rough itinerary and route and I will try try to update with my actual route, if I can work out how and where I am as I go along, you know there will be little correlation but I will get there or somewhere in the end!


If you want an email update, submit your address in the box also on right and hopefully it will find its way through the ether to you.



Monday, 11 April 2011

Nakivale Refugee Settlement

Nakivale Refugee Settlement is one of Africa's largest and oldest refugee settlements. It houses more than 63,000 refugees from countries including DRC, Somalia, Sudan, Ethiopia, Rwanda, Kenya and Burundi

We stopped in Mbarara to buy soap, mosquito nets for the camp; then back on the road back towards Ntungamo and then the turn off which said 75km to Nakivale.  It was a dirt road and so slow progress ~ 2 hours through a very fertile region, lots of cattle and pretty towards the lake.  As we approached the camp there were more and more people travelling by foot in either direction, also a scatterings of flimsy housing, stick, mud and plastic.  These apparently belong to refugees who have been given some land and permission to stay in the area. 
On entering the camp we were shown to the commandant’s office and greeted by one of the assistants.  As we had not made an appointment or got the relevant letter from the office in Mbarara, we were not expected and so could not see specific areas.  We were asked to which group we wanted out donations to go and had we had previously informed of our choice we would have been able to give directly.  We agreed that the donation should be to vulnerable women and children at their discretion.  The asst commandants would not give specific information on numbers of refugees as we did not have clearance.  We were then allowed to tour the area on foot, and were guided by some residents.  The camp is divided into national areas, and we were mainly in the Congolese and Ethiopian areas.  Some of those we met had been there for 5, 8 and 16 years as a result of various conflicts.

They spoke of the lack things to do, not enough food and money for education, there are schools on site which are free but better schools are off site.  The residents looked better clothed than those in Ruhanga and certainly as well nourished. But they are with out a home or prospect of moving on although they have their cultural groups for support.
It would have been good to have had lunch at one of the restaurants but we were all too polite to suggest it.  The settlement looks reasonably well organised some residents are employed in this organisation, those we spoke with have command of up to 7 languages and appear reasonably well educated,  there did seem a lot of babies, the birhrate is a problem but although health care is available it is often some distance away and birth control not always readily available.



We returned to the bus after about an hour, and were given the option of taking the ‘short cut’ home!

This consisted of more dirt track road, we eventually saw a big swollen river and James informed us that this was the Tanzanian border, some short cut, we continued beside and above it for some time and then moved away from it, at which point we turned around and asked directions and then took off on what looked like only a foot path.  Apparently to take us right down to the river and a crossing, via punt, not quite as gentle as on the Cam; no one had a passport, not that any was there to check, and so did not cross.

We then had to get back to the road; this was not a 4x4 we were in, expert driving by Nicolas and continued on the dirt track, we were then informed we were looking across in to Rwanda.









James, and the rest of us were a little concerned about where we were so Nicolas passed over a bank note, upon which was the map of Uganda that seemed to be our guide! We  boneshakingly continued, until we came to a halt, to check, something under the front wheel, it was then a very slow drive to Ntungamo to the gorge, where they fixed the breaks.

3 comments:

  1. Finally worked out how to add comments to your amazing travel record. Very impressed with your intense engagement with life over there - and it's great for us coach potatoes to have such a rich vicarious experience. Magical stuff! Take care. Love Gail xxxxx

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  2. Hi Barbara
    We are just back from India and are now able to read your blog. The internet access in India was very expensive in the hotels so we just emailed family. We did a tour this time and had a great time visiting Delhi, Agra (Taj)Jaipur and Shimla. the Taj was magical. The tour was a bit restricting as we did not see all Indian real life as you walk around. We were so pleased to have seen all the sites.

    We came back to Meldreth life and got involved with street parties etc for the Royal Wedding. As it has been such lovely weather we went to the boat for 4 days over the bank holiday and just chilled then back to work and the May Fayre on the Rec. We organised the kids in a May Fayre procession complete with decorated cart, May Queen and May pole dancers. If you get a chance have a look at our new Meldreth history website and click on the link Meldreth Today. You will find lots of photos of good old Meldreth on there. www,meldrethhistory.org.uk. After the Fayre we went to a party at your neighbour's house. Christine and Peter had big birthdays. There were fireworks as well. Your house is still there!

    Your blog is great and the description of your trip is wonderful. We really look forward to seeing you and hearing all about it. Maybe we should book the Sheltered Housing room for all your friends and you can give us a slide show when you have settled in to Meldreth life! Maybe the village hall will be too big.

    Take care Love Joan and Tim x

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  3. Just had a quick question on your visit to the camp! Where about did you find your driver? and about what did the days driving cost? I have only been in with UNHCR trucks and would love to return. Let me know if you have suggestions!

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