Grabbing up all the food I could find around Tari, solely vegetables, I carried them back to the guest house and started preparing lunch.  Looked like it was going to be soup again, but soup is good.  Before it was ready, John showed up with a huge bunch of bananas.  Smiling, I thought the day was going just perfect.

After lunch, visitors started showing up to have a look at the bike and attempt to give it a ride.  I would push them, running alongside.  Within seconds, they all would all fall off, or ride the bike into the ground.  This may have a lot to do with their small size.  The Highland tribes are very short people, some even could be considered pygmies, which is common to this area. If only portable video cameras had been invented, I could of made a fortune.