The next day, the steep ten-percenters continued to bother us, the whole day long. It felt like we were riding an endless rollercoaster, only on this one we had to bring ourselves up every time with nothing but leg power. Progress was slow, and our legs started to feel like lead pipes hanging loosely in their hinges. Luckily, the sun forced it’s way through the clouds, giving us some extra energy that kept us alert. On the other hand, the hilly coastline threw shadows over some parts over the road, where the melted snow turned into black icy spots, camouflaged and ready to tackle us. The ice got one strike on Oli, but apart from a scratch wound on the knee he was unharmed. Dangerous things indeed, something we have to watch out for the coming weeks.
We rested at a pitoresque house on top of a rock, taking in the view over the snow capped mountains, while giving our legs the well deserved rest and our squeeky chains the necessary lube – one would go mad from less than the high pitched noise of a dry chain.
In the evening we repeated our chai café socializing trick and got lucky once again. We were hosted by the supervisor of a local roadworks firm, in the camp they just constructed today. Water, a warm room and basic sanitary provisions, what more can a man wish for? Thank you, Seljuk the Graspop metal enthousiast, for hosting us and liking our little country.