Falling on the motorcycle (again)
Maxwell and I decided that every time I come back to Mafi Tsati, we have to fall while riding the motorcycle because we fell last time and we also fell today. Similar situations: because of the sandy ground, we started slipping and when he quickly tried to maneuver, something go caught. Last time it was his pant leg he caught on the pedal, today it was the radio he had dangling from the handlebars. My ankle is now a kankle… Stop riding on the back of the bike, you say? Naaaah! It’s one of the best parts of being here!