Tuesday 29 March 2016

Blog 4.
There were good days.

Friday July 18th.
We were awoken at 6 a.m. by a knock on the door. It was a different cop, with a translator. He took a statement and got us all to sign it. The gps had apparently led us onto the railway by mistake. No mention of insanity at all.



Kev and Ned changed Kev's injector again as his bike had been acting up yesterday and we got on our way.
Our first stop was the village that the railway guys had brought us to initially the previous evening. Gary's new best friend turned up, then went away and returned with a drum of petrol for us for free.



Today, we rode the type of trails we love. It was a great day, hampered only by Kev's bike continuing to die down to limited power and Gary's bike dying completely after any significant water. At one point, he ran his battery down and we had to tow him.
We stopped in a desolate little village around lunchtime, looking for food and, more importantly, petrol.
Food consisted of processed meat on dry bread from a shop and cappuccinos, sold by the shop, with somebody else boiling a kettle.
There was no petrol available. Eventually, a local guy agreed to sell us some. We went to his fence and he brought out as much petrol as we needed. His wife brought out warm quiche, home smoked salmon and a jar of salmon roe, not quite caviar but as close as most of us have been to it. They charged a very reasonable price for the petrol and wouldn't take anything extra for the food.



That night, we set up camp on a partly washed away wooden bridge over a very picturesque river.


We made grub, chatted by the campfire and retired to the sound of running water.
Apart from the mechanical gremlins, this was a great day.

View from Kev's tent on the bridge.

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