As we set of
from Dà Lat had Gretchen got a new look. Strapped to her side was a
“Give me some attention”-yellow flag which was a bit too tall and
certainly turned a few heads. Foreigners and locals alike stopped and
starred as the convoy of Swedish stupidity passed, each one with a
stupid flag waving in the wind. Team Dad and Gretchen had adopted
Green and Yellow for their overall screaming look while me and Becky
had settled for the more sensible Blue and Red.
My mood was not on top as we searched
for the exit from Dà Lat. A headache had troubled me all night and
Becky had sympathetically develop similar symptom. She was tired and
low on power, just like me, but this was soon to change as we headed
up in the mountain on twisting roads. Our spirit raised for each turn
and soon we blasted off, up and down the snaky roads,
until we, eventually, reached the clouds.
Cloud or fog, the sight grew shorter
and the roads slipperier. Pretty soon was the sight limited to the bike
in front, and shortly after that disappeared as well. Alone in the
mountain, barely capable of making out the the side of the road, me
and Becky soldiered on at decreasing speed. We tried the horn but
no one answered. We tried the phone but no connection.
Later, hope returned.
Gloriously erupting from the fog was the yellow flag of Gretchen,
soon followed by Dad and our team was reunited again. The clouds
dispersed and the sight grew longer. The majestic sight that soon
followed made me howl of joy. Down towards the see this vivid green
mountain tumbled in endless twists and turns, massive gorges on one
side and beautiful waterfalls from huge hilltops on the other. We
could see the yellow flatland spread out in the valley far below. It
was undisputed the best ride so far.
//Nisse
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