Obviously this straight forward 180km drive to Delat did not go smoothly.
First we wandered over to the moped rental to sign for and pick up our bikes. The lady behind the counter seemed to be asking an aweful lot of questions about our driving experiance and if we would be safe on the roads. At first I thought she was being a bit rude, assuming we couldn't drive. That was until I looked over and Paul was resting his head on the counter, too many shots last night!
Anyway we finally got out on the road, I loved it. Out on a crazy busy street, the wind in my face, the promise of adventure just over the horizon. When 'cough, splutter' dead. In the middle of a busy street - we're talking 10-20 mopeds in a 10 meter radius- my bike died, no fuel. Well at least I enjoyed 25 seconds on the bike first!
So I pushed the bike to a petrol station for a fill up.
We then all got on the road with me leading the way. I had studied the maps, memorised the directions, there was no way we could get lost.... 20km later we turned around as we were going completely the wrong direction.
After this little blunder and we were back on the mountain pass to Delat we stopped at a small shop for some food. I have never seen meat like what was in my bowl. I used my top detective skills to try and figure out what it was. I said to the lady "mooooooo!" She laughed and shook her head. I said "buck buck bucurk!" Again she laughed and shook again. I went for a "oink oink oink!" Still not on the money. Dori went for "woof woof woof!" There was a bit of a pause after this one which made us a bit apprehensive! But eventually she shook her head, beaming. We settled for we think it was goat... Maybe.
After lunch we climbed back on our mighty steads and continued through the astounding hillside. I have never seen scenery like it. It was a rolling, smooth hillside. But the hills where so small and steep. Like driving through giant bubble wrap covered in dense vegetation.
After a few hours of the glorious scenery we made a petrol stop.
Paul went off to the loo while Dori and I filled up. Dori and I then waited for ages but still no sign of Paul.I then figured I would go to the loo as well and hurry him up a bit as well.
I got destructed by some squirrell monkeys out in the yard space so as I turned the corner I positively shat myself when a huuuuge doberman jumped up towards me barking like it was going to rip my gizzard out! On it's back legs it towered over me by at least a foot and a half, it nearly leaped out of its small pen as I scurried off!
I then went for a pee, where I heard a faint voice shouting "help! Help! Gary?" Paul had got stuck in the toilet cubicle. So I kicked the door open. Regaining some manliness following my pathetic swearing and cowering from the giant dog.
We then played a bit of football with the petrol station staff, after me and Paul nearly took out a POS and a window we decided to move on.
The scenery changed as we got higher into the mountain pass, the rolling green undergrowth gave way to bigger mountains and wooded areas.
After we (finally) found our hostel in Delat we went for a walk around the big lake where we met some people fishing with an electric probe and a net. We then went to a cafe overlooking the city, here I had one of the best cups of tea ever. Hint of vanilla, magnificent.
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