Every week I am stunned at just how beautiful this place is and usually come away from the ride with a few highlights. Yesterday it was a “wind and rain bridge” which I had absolutely no idea was there. Last week it was the view in the above picture which came after crossing a very steep pass on a rocky little trail. Then there are the people you come across on the way. While we were resting at the top of the hill I just mentioned, an old villager arrived barefoot, smoking a cigarette and not even a hint of breathlessness. It was about at that point where I felt rather inadequate. He is grinning from ear to ear, puffing away as I sit covered in a mix of mud and sweat, trying to catch my breath.
The occasional river or stream crossing is a refreshing necessity and getting a little lost along the way is a given. All this brings an air of exploration and excitement to the day. The benefit of being in such a populous country is that there is usually always a village nearby with plenty of people happy to point you in the right direction.
As tired as I am by the end of the day I usually start to think about when will the next get the opportunity be to get out amongst the green?