His name is Lokok.

I buy water, tell them goodbye, and leave.

Lokok waving at me from under the bucket of mandazis.
Leaving Moite.

Hardly a kilometre away, I feel vibrations in my jacket. Messages are coming in to my phone. I have network. I stop, and make calls and send messages to update my worried people.

Moving on.

The talk I had with David proves invaluable as the route he described to me is really good! I have a good time riding down to Loiyangalani. I can’t find this route on Maps, but I’m glad my GPS unit is recording it.

I meet these bikers, one of them is bent over looking at the bike. I stop, thinking they have a problem, and that I can maybe help. But they were just admiring the bike.

I take a break here.
Approaching Loiyangalani. That’s either South Island or Mt. Kulal in the far distance.
I see the lake again!
I bring out my camera to photograph flamingos, but the lens malfunctions after two photos.

I take the rest with phone.

Getting back to the road.
Entrance to Komote village ahead.

The roads have changed a bit here. I stop to ask some men washing in the lake if I’m near the junction to Layeni.

I eventually get on the road to Layeni. It brings memories of the first time I rode here, climbing the gentle hill, coming over the top and suddenly seeing the huts of Layeni village sprawled below by the shore.

The water level has risen incredibly! See here, the same spot a year earlier.
Layeni village.

Last time we came here, there was a colourful building right ahead. But things have changed a lot along the shores of this lake, with the rising of the waters.

People peek curious from in and around the huts. A man carrying a baby approaches me and greets me…

“Where is my friend, Bendera?” I ask.

The question melts all ice. He points into the distance. “Bendera went to fish those sides!”

His name is Mark. He tells me to park the motorcycle next to his mother’s house, and he will take me to Bendera.

Bendera is a man I met the last time I visited this village. In fact the first man to approach, talk to, and welcome us to the village.

Mark.

I park my motorcycle, take off my gear (I’m not as conscious about parading my tushi as I was last time) and take a walk with Mark.

Helmet camera off.

END OF PART 3

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