Mountain Camp – Unknown town – 85 km
Staying tucked in our sleeping bags until the ice on the tents had melted came
naturally, and only then did we emerge to defrost ourselves in the morning sun.
Unknowingly, our spot was almost at the top of the pass, as shortly beyond our camp
the route started descending.
The day turned out fascinating as we rode past settlements with pigs, goats, and
chickens munching on garbage. The mountainside was thick with moss and ferns as
we biked along rivers offering high waterfalls. Now and again, we came across
peasant folk herding goats to better pastures.