Day 7, 76km: (by Chris)

Woke and departed early, running from the law. We left in such a hurry I didn't have time to use the bushes, so had to stop for poo in a public toilet where I was ambushed by thousands of Mosquitos and my buttocks and testicles paid a heavy price. We cycled through the green mountains past terraces cut into the hillsides for corn plantations.

 At the next town we made friends with the local bicycle shop who let us borrow their tools, gave us expensive red bull and re-planned our route for the next two days with their local knowledge.

 We cycled down a gravel track through a deep misty gorge in the rain and found an idyllic spot to camp in the bushes next to a waterfall but required titanic amounts of effort to get all our stuff up earthen banks and through thick shrubbery to the site.