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First published in the United States in 1995 by The Overlook Press - photo 1

First published in the United States in 1995 by

The Overlook Press

www.overlookpress.com

Copyright 1993 Dervla Murphy

All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who wishes to quote brief passages in connection with a review written for inclusion in a magazine, newspaper, or broadcast.

ISBN 978-1-46830-589-0

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TIBETAN FOOTHOLD

THE WAITING LAND

IN ETHIOPIA WITH A MULE

ON A SHOESTRING TO COORG

WHERE THE INDUS IS YOUNG

RACE TO THE FINISH?

A PLACE APART

EIGHT FEET IN THE ANDES

WHEELS WITHIN WHEELS

MUDDLING THROUGH IN MADAGASCAR

TALES FROM TWO CITIES

CAMEROON WITH EGBERT

TRANSYLVANIA AND BEYOND

For Jo and Oisin,
who rallied round

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Sustenance on several levels was lavishly provided en route by Maire and Eamonn Brehony, Pauline Conway, Maura and Jim Culligan, William Howlett, Michael Kelly, Audrey and Michael ODowd, Mary and Seamus OGrady, Betty and Michael OMeara, Anne and Michael McInery, Joy and John Parkinson, Geraldine Prenderville, Brendan Rogers, Isabelle von Prondzynski and Sean White. To all, affectionate thanks for their considerable contributions to my survival and enlightenment.

Hallam Murray provided invaluable advice on the bicycle-buying level; then he taught me how to use derailleur gears after fifty years of Sturmey Archers.

Diana, Jock and John Murray performed their usual heroic feats on the editorial level; What they do/Still betters what is done.

One of the more obvious areas of Africas decay is the infrastructure. The road is fundamental to the nation and yet it is in large parts in utter disrepair, for mile after mile. It tells us a lot about the state of communications in Africa. It tells us a lot about the African condition. It was Julius Nyerere, founder President of Tanzania, who once said that while the great powers are trying to get to the moon, we are trying to get to the village. Well, the great powers have been to the moon and back, and are now even communicating with the stars. In Africa, however, we are still trying to reach the village. And the village is getting even more remote, receding with worsening communications even further into the distance.

Ali A. Mazrui

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In the past it was taken for granted that when travellers said goodbye they became inaccessible for an indefinite period, only sending back the occasional message (a year or two out of date) in a cleft stick. But now we are expected to remain in touch with home, friends and problems; our escape is merely physical, the mental and emotional shackles staying firmly in place.

On and off, over the years, I have brooded on this constraint. Then suddenly I was vouchsafed a blinding glimpse of the obvious. Ease of communication could be defeated by not telling anybody not even ones nearest and dearest where one was going. If nobody knows which continent a traveller is travelling on, enjoyment of the present cannot be threatened by calamities back home, like news of your dog being run over, your house being burned to the ground or your bank going into liquidation.

In January 1992 I craved this degree of isolation. During the previous few years a combination of circumstances (not least my involvement in Rumanias post-Ceausescu problems) had put me under some stress and my self-prescribed unwinding therapy was a cycle tour from Kenya to Zimbabwe via Uganda, Tanzania, Malawi and Zambia a carefree ramble through some of the least hot areas of sub-Saharan Africa. I therefore presented myself, for my sixtieth birthday, with a Dawes Ascent mountain-bike, the cyclists equivalent of a Rolls-Royce, named Lear. Then I bought a ticket to Nairobi and told all concerned that I was about to indulge in a four-month mystery tour.

At once all concerned rose up in arms. I was being, they alleged, perverse, selfish, irresponsible and neurotic. They needed to keep in touch, to know that I was safe. The illogic of this attitude escaped them. If I were unsafe diseased, injured, jailed, robbed, murdered their knowing about it would not materially alter my situation but would distress them. So my insistence on not keeping in touch was a kindness; every sensible person assumes no news to be good news.

I was, I suppose, trying to create an oasis in time. However, it didnt work out quite like that; if you leave your own problems behind, other peoples come along to fill the vacuum a lesson that lay in the future as my airbus took off from Heathrow on 2 March. It was three-quarters empty: worrying for Kenya Airways but agreeable for us passengers. After a tolerable dinner and several free Tusker beers I slept well, lying luxuriously along three seats.

A pair of Heathrow scaremongers had warned me that most Nairobi airport officials are surly predators. But as we landed at 7.30 a.m. I had another concern: would Lear be grievously maimed by the baggage-handlers? Most cyclists are capable of attending to their machines injuries; I am not. Anxiously I asked a tall, handsome uniformed official his precise function unclear where bicycles could be collected. He gazed down at me reflectively, then wondered, Why did you bring a bicycle? It is better for old people to travel in vehicles. Already I was streaming sweat, in no position to dispute his next comment. It is too hot to cycle. Even for us it is too hot before the rains. Why did you come with a bicycle in the hot season?

For cat-sitter reasons (my home is owned by three cats) this journey had been started a month earlier than originally planned. That a travellers timing should be determined by feline whims is plainly absurd but it seemed unnecessary to expose this deranged area of my psyche to an airport official. Meanwhile, as we chattered unproductively, someone might be bikenapping Lear

The young man nodded towards the conveyor-belt and said, All luggage comes there. Spatially a bicycle could not come there so I hurried to the Information kiosk where a small round amiable man observed, with a twinkle, that in Kenya lions eat cyclists. Then, intuiting that I was in no mood for banter, he indicated a nearby doorway.

In a grey concrete hanger I found decrepit tractors drawing trailers of luggage through greasy diesel clouds. At last one of them returned with Lear only Lear on board. When I eagerly leaped forward, the tractor-driver required no documentary proof of ownership; perhaps my joyous relief was proof enough. Beside the kiosk I set about unwrapping Lear from those many layers of plastic sheeting in which he had been dressed for his journey. Despite this precaution, two nasty gashes marked the saddle and the right-hand gear lever had been dented. Mercifully, neither injury affected his performance. A small but fascinated crowd gathered to watch me adjusting the handlebars before beginning a humiliating struggle to screw on the pedals.

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