The road bends, the wind rises, and the hills begin to breathe. In Rwanda, every turn of the pedal tells a story — of endurance, discovery, and grace. Mist floats through banana groves; sunlight glints off tea leaves. Villagers wave as you pass, their greetings blending with the hum of your tires on red soil. This is not a race. It’s a rhythm — a slow dance between human strength and a land sculpted by time. Mountain biking in Rwanda is more than an outdoor sport; it’s a dia