1. Never, never has there been such a tortuous prelude to a bike ride. The trick cyclist (nickname for the man in the tuc tuc who carried our three bikes) followed behind our mini bus and we lost sight of him in the traffic. Firstly our driver drove into much oncoming traffic and no-one stopped to let him turn round; they weaved around him. I could not look. Subsequently we drove for at least 30 minutes through a road construction site, bouncing and bumping all the way with throats constricting with dust. We lost the trick cyclist and eventually found him again and unloaded the bikes.
2. Off we went by 11.30, hot sun, saddle too low and at altitude of 6000 feet. Different kind of cycling. I am uncertain how many kilometres we cycled but we did not reach the planned destination as Jan nearly blacked out on two occasions. She could not manage the slightest hill, probably due to the altitude and heat. Our rescuers found us and loaded us into the vehicles and we drove to a cooling lunch.
3. Good to hear your news about the comings and goings at Nightingale Hall and around. Good news too about Ashley's increase. Perhaps Dawn will be a little more relaxed when she has given herself time.
4. Still no baby, though we send each other a text every day. She will be induced next Friday if nothing happens. We do hope that the little chap will come before then as we shall be travelling home. By the way I take it that all was in order at Haulcon.
5. The minority group, the bi people, have wonderful decorations on their houses. The white washed exteriors are bordered in black then all sort of flowers and designs are painted within the borders.
6. In Dali we are living in the lap of luxury. The hotel has a swimming pool so we made the effort to swim at 7 this morning. A touch cold but bliss. Something I have missed on this trip.
7.The quote I gave you on travel from Daniel was not exactly correct. 'Many shall run to and fro, and knowledge shall be increased' and 'Travel has the practical merit of placing one's locale and its inhabitants in an informatively fresh light'
8. I am probably ready to come home.
9. On the move again tomorrow, up to the Tibetian village.
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1 There's biking, as we know it, Christa, and there's low-saddled biking which, wherever undertaken, is hard. Hard. Just think of Maid Marion.
2 It's the embellishments, the pictures, which I look forward to. I will also be keen to hear just exactly where you were, where you are. Maybe Google Earth will help.
3 You're in the last week. Look to the front. Keep the saddle high. Keep pedalling. Keep writing.
Stayathome
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