I left the UK as a young man, buggered around in Europe and at the age of 23 ended up in Africa. Now I am African. How come, simple I went through the transition like everyone else who decided to stay here. I have got to live in one of the most bueatifull countries in the world and have no intention of going anywhere else. You are however invited to visit if you wish.
As for biking, I am one of three boys, only one of us got the bug, yours truly. How? Why? Who knows, I don't care. I am glad it was me, it seems that I am the wealthy relative who lives in Africa in a big house and has a BMW motorbike. Thats all rubbish of course but this is the impression that people have when they have no idea what Africa is all about.
I am now 44, have been married for 27 years this year. Have a boy now 22 currently living in Newcastle UK, and a girl now 17 currently at college doing her commercial matric. We each have a machine which tend to get swapped around a bit except for the Beemer as I am the only one who can ride it.

I am a short little fat guy with all the muscles in the right places and I know how to use them. All the synpses are firing in the right order and alls well with the world. I don't think this will be a daily blog, I am just not that interesting, but I will get around to showing you some of Africa of which I am very proud. I promise.