The next morning, only 5 minutes on our bikes, a local tried to convince us to make a 180 turn. He shouted from his balcony: “Kaputt, Sinop no!”. We couldn’t understand all the other babble, but we understood there was some kind of unconquerable obstacle. Or at least that’s what he thought.
So we continued until we saw a giant landslide had bitten a huge chunk out of the hills on the right.
The asfalt was completely destroyed, leaving big rocks, and crossing this obstacle would be like jumping on floating blocks of ice, trying not to fall in the water.Without saying a word we all started scouting the area and imagined how we were going to get across. The rock hopping was the easy part. We tried to plow trough the mud that covered the road, and before we knew it Stef was knee deep in the mud, and we had to get him out by using branches as platform to stand on. Anyway, we got through, and we had our fun. Landslides won’t stop us from getting to China!