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Published: March 3rd 2008
Riding on asphalt has its own advantages - it´s fast, and the bike´s maintenance is far easier. But riding off-road is the real thing.
In the last few days I cycled ways which were very quite and isolated, even in my terms.
The hardest section, between San Sebastian and Belen Gualcho, involved some very steep uphills - so steep that I took off from the bike here and there; but don´t worry, a go-get-on as I´m, I never started to really walk with the bike - I always climb on the bike and start to ride, again and again.
During the few hours of riding these section I saw there no any motorized traffic - (there were a few horse riders).
In the section after Belen Gualcho
, on the way after, it was forbidden to stop at all, due to another reason: it was fucking muddy, and once you put you shoe on the mud, it gets full of mud and later it´s very hard to re-connect it to the pedal again.
The village Belen Gualcho itself is at height of ¨only¨1600m, but it´s as cold as villages of 3000-3500m above see level, which I
passed in Guatemala. Many houses are painted by nice pastel colors, and the main ¨roads¨ are cobbled-stoned; the rest of the roads are of merely mud, as usual in many villages.
The most happening thing in the village was the children playing outside. Some of them made a race of jumping on one leg, while others did KHARAKOT in the village´s ¨center¨, in front of the church; CHARAKOT by bike
, I mean. Of course I joinged them - no, not to the CHRAKOT by bike, my bike technic so sucks, that I didn´t want to make FADIHOT. I joined the smaller kids, who jumped on one leg. And of course that there I made FADIHOT too: I almost fell after a few jumps.
Oh, the quiet and tranquility of the village.
4am: the chicken starts to KUKURIKU 3 meters from my window (which is frequently nothing but a mosquito net). 4:30 am
: The first bus leaves for the nearby town. The drivers beeps and shouts the name of the destination strong enough so that no one in the village will miss the bus because he didn´t wake up. 05:00 am
: The children wake
up, and start to play and shout.
Oh, the quiet and tranquility of the village. I am not a late-hour waking-up guy, but sometimes I miss to the noise of town, where one may sleep by 07:00 without all of this famous quite and tranquility of the village.
Most bizzare showers
During my military service, the showers were placed at a distance of about 10 minutes walk from our dormitories. Soldiers really not like to spend each night 20 minutes out of theirs very few sleeping hours, and therefore each night we were used to merely open the pipe of water for case of emergency (fire) near our dormitories - whose height was about one meter - sat down, and took a shower using its cold water.
Since then I have had many more bizzare showers. Actually, during most days of travel I don´t have a normal clean shower, not to talk about hot water. In Chile, I was used to jump to the cold water of a river, getting out for putting some soap, and then jump to the river again. In Hungary I once made the very same shower - but to my bike: I was too
lazy for cleaning them, so I merely threw them to a river, then took them out to dry in the sun for a while, and finally lubricated them.
In Venezuela I first encountered the shower using a barrel of water and a plate (due to frequent shortages in the water supply. the locals fill barrels when they finally have water for a few hours).
Sometimes the shower ¨room¨ is found is not really closed. In Albania I first learnt the TIRGOLET TARNEGOLET (chicken function, in Hebrew) - I had a chicken who really liked joining my shower, and this taught me how to put soap on myself with one hand, and make the chicken go away using my other hand. Here in Guatemala, I recently had the same TIRGOLET TARNEGOLET, with an awful addition: the height of the shelter was only about 1 meter, and a kid who walked around looked at me carefully. I didn´t really understand what´s so interesting at it - we all have the same ¨patent¨, after all. Only later I realized that he might be interested in my NIMOL dick.
BTW, this place had also unique toilets: It was merely a ¨village¨of
6 houses, and when I asked about a toilet, the Mrs. simply showed asked me to walk a few meters aside, and do my stuff there.
Other unique unpleasant phenomenoms include many spiders in the showers, shower rooms which are so low that one must get down for succeeding stand there at all, and so on and so on.
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