‘Come to my house!’
It was getting dark as I passed his house. What welcoming smiling faces after a day of traffic jams, fumes and noise.
Family
Putrid air thick from the black fumes coughed out by the bikes, trucks and cars without filters. A packed road with trucks, cars between the trucks, and motorbikes between the cars – and then me, squashed between everything. Then there was the eternal noise of engines struggling up hills, or overtaking to get one car in front in the mayhem. And, to top it all off, my first serious banjir (blocked drainage causing the roads to turn to rivers). The traffic jam only lasted for 70km. The last 30km today had so few cars I could cycle at my own speed (in the rain).
Macet
Banjir
Rain ahead
Thanks Dony in Bandung for a great night last night!
Dony and team
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