What we came for... Day 4

(we didn’t have internet last night, and tonight’s is very slow, so no video or photos tonight and this is yesterday’s report)

(Sorry Geoff, can you please click the little cross at the top of this window.)

Today was what we all came here for. Stunning.

We started with a backtrack 12km along the shocking road from last night, but it didn’t seem so bad in daylight and without the flood of water from a storm. And less traffic.

We ripped across the country (only one break down this morning...)  on very good roads to a great lunch stop at a lookout before a few more km to our turn off. Then the fun begins.

We wound up through a small pass on good dirt tracks before we came out into the most stunning and huge valley. Photos just don’t capture it. A huge wide flat of green, a snaking river, rolling hills and a blue(ish) sky, all dotted with Ger camps.

We rode along the valley, either on the tracks or just heading ‘off piste’ and cruising across the fields as smooth as a football field.

We passed our camp and headed up to an old  Monastery sitting up on the side of the hill looking down the valley, but not before tackling 2 river crossing - running a bit deep after the rain. A few wet boots but we all made it.

We back-tracked to the camp and found ourselves a Ger. A few of the guys (That includes Fiona) free-rode up to the summit of a hill for an amazing 360 degree view.  After a beer we sat down to dinner - I don’t think anyone noticed the chips and rice were cold - it had been such a stunning afternoon of views and riding there was too much to recant.

I don't think many of us got a good night sleep though - after some rolling distant thunder the rain set in. Normally the sound of rain on the roof when you are snuggled in bed is soothing, but we all realised what it meant for the day ahead.