The trip did not start out well. Ten meters from my apartment, I nearly hit a man who had run into the street. I still remember his face: the shock in his eyes, the huge enthusiastic smile. Most of all, I remember the large stick he was carrying, which he then used to smack someone nearby after he dodged out of the way of my bike.
Josh commented that they must be playing but immediately we were proven wrong. There were several small fights going on with different groups. People had large sticks or pipes. There was a lot of shouting. Some people arrived in a taxi and got out to join the fight. Josh and I watched nervously from the other side of the street while filling our tank with gas.
Neither of us understand what was being shouted. A little shaken, we headed off.
Driving was kind of scary due to how dark it was. There’s very few other vehicles, and we sometimes drove for multiple kilometers without seeing any light that wasn’t our own. Fortunately, all the other drivers were polite and there were no issues. We kept a speed of 60km most of the time even though we were regularly passed by both cars and bikes.