I stood there on the muddy slope, my sandles brown and slimy from the mud, stationary with the bike. Trying to move forward my feet would slip in the sandles, the sandles would slip on the slope, and the wheels would slide back to whence they came. So I was stuck there. Then came a bus from above. I was in its way but couldn’t move. Out jumped two strapping lads and pushed me up and forward, out of the bus’s way. This road was meant to be ‘bagus’ (great). It was a mud-bath.
The beach
Our lovely hosts last night
The crocodile beach
Our day started as yesterday’s had ended. Pushing our bikes up rocky steep roads to amazing viewpoints before bumping our way down again. A short interlude of nice road allowed us to make more kilometres than yesterday before a short 3km stretch of slime took 1.5 hours.
We arrived, slimy and muddy, at a church, and were welcomed by the people there, and taken to the pastor’s house which is being built. We were given food to eat and water and coffee to drink. Again, such lovely people!
The church family
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