Day 69, 58km: by Chris

More rain today - it was cold and wet cycling through thick, dripping jungle full of leaves the size of people, vines and mist. We rolled through cloud sliding up the folds of the land and rumbled over orange mud and stones from landslides.

 

Lunch was eaten sat by the road while, in turn, biting flies ate us. In the afternoon we were given some jungle fruits from a pair of girls we saw who were scrumping from the forest and continued in the rain to the next town to find a hotel for an early finish. When the weather is this bad, even I can't begrudge staying in these places when a double en-suite room costs just £5, but it still involuntarily goes against the grain for me, being someone who has never liked to pay to spend time being predominantly unconscious.