13.11.2018 - 13.11.2018
I've settled into my new hotel ok and enjoyed investigating this side of town. After a yummy breakfast in a local cafe (no curry! - porridge/omelette/fried potatoes/green peppers) I rented a mountain bike. The plan was to ride up to the world heritage "stupa" and then on around the back of the lake in a circle. The track I found myself attempting to ride up was steep and then disappeared in forest. An enterprising young lad rescues all such lost idiot tourists and lead me to the "main cycle track". He obviously wanted paying - which was fine. Well...the main track was very steep, rocky, slippery and in my mind often unrideable. So I walked/rode and definitely sweated my way up the hill to the stupa. Very nice views of the lake up there, but clouds meant that an amazing mountain panarama was not visible (I'm glad I've seen it many times before). I was advised that my path down and around the lake was not suitable for a bike. I ended up riding down on even dustier steeper paths and was so relieved to be back on tarmac (so were my testicles) though then surrounded by diesel spouting buses, so my lungs started complaining. I then ride round the lake the other way, looking for quiet country lanes, and the road transformed into another dusty bumpy track. I ate lunch and cycled back to the German bakery that sells amazing Apple pie and relaxed in their garden. My perineum and I have decided that mountain biking is not for me. I'm going to stick to tarmac and croissant stops every hour in France from now on.
To aid my aching parts I'm drinking beer (I had yesterday off) hoping that a numbing feeling will soon envelope my body.