Back on the road
Back on the road and heading south again. Trying to keep close to the coast, away from the main roads and where there is sometimes more of a breeze. The coast is intersected regularly by inlets and rivers and we frequently find ourselves crossing long concrete bridges. The view up and down the valley is usually lush and green.
Ken crossing another bridge.
Coconuts growing along the coast and by the rivers.
But after the valley bottoms we face a hot sweaty climb back up to the plateau which seems to predominate on this section of our ride.
Browned off grass and scrubland, no shade and often little breeze except our own movement.
Sometimes there are small plantations of struggling mango orchards and half completed houses that look like they once aspired to be small gated mansions, but are instead more like concrete shipwrecks on an arid seabed. And acre size compounds surrounded with red block work of burnt grass and rubble. A disturbing landscape.
Ken crossing another bridge.
Coconuts growing along the coast and by the rivers.
But after the valley bottoms we face a hot sweaty climb back up to the plateau which seems to predominate on this section of our ride.
Browned off grass and scrubland, no shade and often little breeze except our own movement.
Sometimes there are small plantations of struggling mango orchards and half completed houses that look like they once aspired to be small gated mansions, but are instead more like concrete shipwrecks on an arid seabed. And acre size compounds surrounded with red block work of burnt grass and rubble. A disturbing landscape.
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