I was quite proud of my acrobatics yesterday, dancing over the rocks in the river as I pushed my bike through. My feet remained dry. Today the rivers were knee deep. Shoes wet – just bash on regardless.
The day started sliding through the mud and bouncing over the rocks until a slow and steady climb started (sliding through the mud and bouncing over the rocks). I had to use my brakes a lot in the wet, wearing them down very quickly.
I had memories of East Timor in the rain. I got through a set of brake pads in an afternoon. Today my mind stayed with the brake pads – I only have one spare set.
The road stayed in a moist forest most of the time. Green moss covered everything giving it a mystical feel. Rain fell on the canopy, percolating to drips and moist air below. The climb kept me warm, but at the top, the weather closed in, and it was rug up and push on.
There was noone at Saxon Hut when I arrived. I replaced my brake pad, had dinner, and then welcomed a pair of cyclists. Experienced cyclists, they gave me lots of tips for the road ahead.
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