Roadside Camp – Leibo – 7 km
We emerged to fog so thick one could hardly see the river in the gorge way below.
Leibo, a large town, was found following a short but near-vertical ride. We spoiled
ourselves, took a luxury room (by our standards), had a much-needed shower, did
the usual housekeeping, and stocked up with supplies.
Ernest spent the day fixing punctured tubes, spraying the bikes using the hotel
firehose, and sampling the local brew. All I did was fill my stomach with wholesome
Chinese food, from fried noodles to steamed buns and fried potatoes, all served
accompanied by loads of chillies and a dash of soya sauce. The food was tasty, and
I couldn't stop eating. But, of course, it might've been due to the large MSG
quantities which seemingly went into all dishes.