So a night in the monks quarters over, still no hot water and now I have a bit of a cold coming on so, I dosed myself up on coffee lemsip! Yes, you heard right coffee and Lemsip combined. When I asked the chief monk for some hot water, he filled up my half-empty coffee cup ( the purchase price of the cup was still on the side 67 rps) so I had a very weak coffee to put my lemsip in!
Electricity must have been on and off during the night as none of my gadgets charged up! We are supposed to be coming back to Monkville in a few days, but the French are already revolting ( they have a history for this or was that a revolution?) and it looks like we may bypass and go somewhere else, maybe a nunnery or a shrubbery ( for all you python fans).
Last night I took my drone out for a little fly, I am still not used to it but the young girl that lived in what appears a barn took a shine to it and thought she was controlling it when she said up, it went up and when it went down it went down… We met again this morning and I gave her some biscuits and then it appeared she was my best friend following me around.
The ride today was only 45km but was slated to be the hardest section all on rock and little mud with sheer drops of up to maybe 300 feet, so any slip-ups could prove fatal. We encountered many rivers to cross (this somehow reminds me of my life and the Jimmy Cliff song “Many Rivers to Cross” but now I am not licked and I am back so I have no fear of these rivers, click here for the UB40 version). Luckily I decided to use overshoes to keep my lower legs and feet dry, they did work but due to the heat, I was sweating inside of the plastic bin liners!
We encountered several waterfalls one of which we stopped at ….. just look at the view …
The route after the waterfall was pretty hairy, we went alongside the mountain skipping over until we reached the river bed.
Phillip was crossing water, when suddenly he hit a rock, stopped and went over. He hit his head on a rock and his compressed air vest ( think life jacket for bikers) went off. Suddenly he was Michelin man. The joke was that without his vest he would have drowned. In all seriousness, the water was only a foot deep and Philipe was
And for those that want to see it closer and slower
So we continued at a pace of about 20km/hr and really this was the fastest we could go due to the conditions arriving at Marpha at around 3 pm. Marpha is a lovely traditional Buddhist town in the Mustang region with an abundance of apple trees and hence cider and apple pies everywhere. We found a couple of watering holes, were the first to play on the villages new pool table, where I managed to break a light! Dinner at 7 and bed at 8.30!
Our lodgings for the night was, as Maverick mark put it, straight out of the set of the horror movie Hostel (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hostel_(2005_film)), but there were no beautiful women. There was however many apples being dried in the sun lounge.
