Just before leaving, I dropped my bike off at the shop for a “tune-up”. One thing that I did ask them to do was put new tires on it since I have 1500 miles on those tires and I’m trying to be a little pro-active. Still, I did fllirt with the idea of packing my bike to Uganda. I would be the only white cyclist out here. I did see one black roadie and while there are a fair number of people riding beaters , but Boda Bodas and cars seem to be what most people use for transport (if they aren’t using their own two feet). And believe me, you can see it in the air. While my next trip to Africa might include some road cycling, I have to improvise this time around for my exercise. I’m on the 6th floor of the hotel (which makes it the 7th floor since they use European floor numbering). So I run up and down the stairs several times a day. Instead of getting a driver to take me back to the hotel (c’mon! I can’t be that posh all the time!) I’ll walk the mile or so back uphill. I doubt I’m burning the 1500 calories/day I was at home, but if I can just remember that I don’t have to eat EVERYTHING I’ll be alright.