In contrast to my last post, this entry is about a sever lack of air. Two punctures would be considered pretty unlucky, eight is just madness.
I had hoped it would stop at five, there’s something very satisfying about that number as a good friend of mine once taught me. Alas five was wishful thinking, the punctures kept coming and they grew old as quickly as a lingering handshake grows awkward.
At least now we are all experts at changing tyres in the middle of the Serengeti.
The following images shows chronologically, the a moment of each one of these incidences, they all occurred within a four day period.
Dar es Slaam to Moshi – One Puncture + Spare tyre discovered to be flat
Moshi to Karatu – Two Punctures
Karatu Robanda (Serengeti + Norongogo) – One Puncture
Serengeti – Two Punctures
Robanda – One Puncture
