it was a terrible night. in my nightmares i fell off my bike, always right in front of one of these dangerously overloaded lorries that carry heavy logs of wood at high speed through the jungle. several times i woke up by the sound of the rain that hamered all night long on the metal roof of the building i was sleeping in. and i got up twice to check if the bike was still standing because i was afraid that it might tip over if the ground was getting too soft from the rain.
in the morning we drove to to yokaduma. it was only 36 kilometers away, but one particularly vicious mud hole required some special attention. it was a huge hole, it was deep and i got completely stuck! when i stood there, with mud covering half of the wheels, already touching the engingeblock, i started to laugh. i am some sort of a fortunate person: would i have driven ito this hole last night, in the dark, exhausted as i had been, i would have faced a real problem! one of these lorrys would have been enought to put an end to the bike and my trip...
two men from a nearby village finally heped me to push the bike out of the mud and on the remaining 10 kilometer to yokaduma i thought about how crazy i must be to drive around in central africa during the rainy season...
we found a nice hotel and celebrated our arrival with a couple of beers. it was the perfect day to do nothing, just relax. i guess i needed it