Warm up for the death road???
There was 85km of dirt that constantly wound it's way up into the clouds. The fog was thick in places, and we really couldn't judge how far we were climbing, the road just went on and on. Things were slowed by the fact that it was a single lane road for most of it, and going over the edge would have resulted in either serious injury or death as the 50 or so crosses attested to.
Nearing the top Als bike spat the dummy and the rear suspension value blew. We limped to the nearest town and went to the first moto shop to confirm what we already knew, the suspension was stuffed. We definitely were not on the tourist track, and within minutes we were mobbed by locals wanting photos with us. It would have been fun except for the growing dread of what this new issue would cost us... On tarmac, there were less bumps and less issues so we made our way to the next town and stayed in a extremely cheap hotel. Again we were mobbed by the locals, but this time we made good use of the attention and got the kids to unload our bikes.
