Today's stage should take us more than 300 kilometers south via the Kazinga Canal in Queen Elizabeth National Park to the border with Rwanda. Without the technical problems of the previous days, we made good progress as a group. As in Colombia, I liked hanging behind the tour guide because he set a good line in the curves and I always like to learn new things. At Kagamba we had to turn left, but instead we turned back. But for several dozen kilometers I hadn't seen a turn where we could have gotten lost. It was also inconceivable that we should have been driving in the wrong direction for so long without the sat nav showing it clearly.
Just beyond the village of Kitagata, one of my passengers had an accident. Until we arrived at the scene of the accident, it was unclear if it had hit. When we got there, the traces of the accident were clearly visible. Chuck from Texas flew out of the curve, hit the exceptional crash barrier head-on, and then wedged a good hundred feet under his motorcycle, he slid across the gravel onto the tarmac of the road and lay there dazed. The escort vehicle had already freed him and taken him to the nearest hospital. I only saw the scratches on the road and the damaged motorcycle. Reportedly, Chuck sustained a serious injury to his left hand when the heavy 1150 slid a long way on it. Parts of the hand had apparently been torn off and the shoulder was also said to be injured. We had no choice but to wait at the scene of the accident. After two hours, Steven from Utah, who works at home in a hospital emergency room, decided to drive the three miles to Kitagata to see for himself. With two others we drove down into the valley. The hospital can only be reached via a bumpy path made of hardened, sometimes muddy earth. When we got to the clinic, Chuck was sitting in a wheelchair, the thumb of his right hand was bandaged, his jacket badly torn. Steven frisked him with a superficial body check.