These three were hustling along the dirt roads, matching if not beating us for speed. That’s three up on a small bike, sitting down! When we stopped for a break they came over. With no common words it was just a case of “smile and wave, boys”.

I did manage to fix our location on the map by asking. I have the lads some chocolate, then they were off. Whatever language you speak, a smile and a wave are fairly universal. They’re often returned here, especially by the children.