Morning.
Rob looking through the Lonely Planet - quote: "Most dangerous and nervewracking road in India". That's what we're doing today.
Psyche-out.
Just push through and don't give in to fear.
Dirt roads and rocks and river crossings at 1000m above the river. Fuck, this is scary. Just push through. Hug the inside and pretend there's no looming precipice to your left or your right.
It's still there. Your eye catches it and you edge away. Just go.
Rockfall. Rob caught in the middle of it this time. Basketball-sized rocks on either side of him. He ditches the bike and runs. No damage to Rob or bike. A closer call than we realise.
We meet Jerry. Retired fishing boat captain from outside Seattle. Doing the same thing as us, just for longer. One of the nicest people I've ever met.
Then perfect ribbons of tar, bookshelved by u-turns. Jesus, this is amazing. This feels like freedom.
More looming precipices. Scary again. Nako. Shitty, but shitty with history. Jerry confesses that it was the scariest thing he's done, and he's been riding bikes most of his life. Expresses disbelief at this being my 6th day on a bike, ever.
Fellow travellers dine on kiwi wine and experiences. Much laughter.
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