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Day 6 Marakabei to Semonkong
As we turned off the tar onto the dirt road it didn’t look like the rain from the night before would give us too many problems. A few puddles here and there, but nothing slippery yet. The further we left the tar behind, the muddier did the road become. And it is one thing when the road is flat but the slightest camber or slope made it very difficult to stay upright. The good thing was that JAmBer took it upon himself to point out the difficult parts by laying his bike down as a marker for me. On the steep part he struggled to get the bike upright again. The moment he partially lifted it he, and the bike, just slid sideways down the hill. But mostly there is an alternative as well and by taking a slightly different route I managed to get to the bottom without an issue.
Just as I had had enough of the mud we went over a hill, the sun came out and the path was dry. It did go down quite steeply to the river but, as I could see a bridge across, I was completely relaxed. That is, until I got onto the bridge. It was one of those narrow steel bridges and the entire ride across I was waiting for my luggage to get hooked in the side and throw me over the side. Never before have I managed to keep my gaze fixed on the horizon like I did for this crossing.
As we turned off the tar onto the dirt road it didn’t look like the rain from the night before would give us too many problems. A few puddles here and there, but nothing slippery yet. The further we left the tar behind, the muddier did the road become. And it is one thing when the road is flat but the slightest camber or slope made it very difficult to stay upright. The good thing was that JAmBer took it upon himself to point out the difficult parts by laying his bike down as a marker for me. On the steep part he struggled to get the bike upright again. The moment he partially lifted it he, and the bike, just slid sideways down the hill. But mostly there is an alternative as well and by taking a slightly different route I managed to get to the bottom without an issue.
Just as I had had enough of the mud we went over a hill, the sun came out and the path was dry. It did go down quite steeply to the river but, as I could see a bridge across, I was completely relaxed. That is, until I got onto the bridge. It was one of those narrow steel bridges and the entire ride across I was waiting for my luggage to get hooked in the side and throw me over the side. Never before have I managed to keep my gaze fixed on the horizon like I did for this crossing.