18/10/2019 0 Comments GHello, my name is..There were many potential dangers and annoyances that crossed our minds before we left, but children was not one of them. It turns out that they were often the biggest challenge.
These suicidal little kids would see us coming and come running, flinging themselves on the road, inching further and further out, just to get a high-five. They seemed to totally misjudge how quick we were sometimes going and ignored the fact that there might be other traffic on the road. This was exasperating and downright scary for us at times. Once we heard voices up the mountainside and looking around for the source, saw some little faces flinging themselves down the cliff-face to try and reach us in time. But we also had some great meetings, conversations and bike races with kids who were fascinated in our trip. One little boy was convinced that Acacia’s leather seat was too hard (it is pretty hard) and tried to give her the saddle cushion from his bike. They also loved to practise their english. At some point we remarked that they must all have the same textbook in Central Asia because they all yell 'hello!' with a thick guttural h, and 'what is your name?'. But they don't just say hello once, no, they continue to keep yelling hello long after you've replied. Occasionally there will be a variation, like in one village they would all say 'how are you?' or 'you country?'. The funniest one we heard happened on a couple of occasions when a kid said 'hello, my name is', which left us watching them and waiting to hear what their name was, but it never came.
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