I started by riding over the bridge, toward to beach, then
taking a left on a very main road toward Monkey Mountain. At some point you
take a slight left to Monkey Mountain (or right to the lady Buddah … which I decided
to skip). It is not well signposted at all, but a bit of lucky guesswork go me
there. . Today the weather was bloody cold.
I went to summit. I’m riding in shorts. I believe it’s about
3500 mtr above sea level there. The bike groaned and moaned its guts out trying
to haul my arse up there. At times I as probably doing as little as 5 kph. When
I got to the top it was quite misty and blowing a gale. I saw no monkeys, but I
can tell you if there were any brass ones they would be eunuchs!
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From there I rode down the hill, and continued to freeze my
nuts off. As I descended I noticed my rear tyre was going very flat as the bike
was sliding out a bit. So I just took it easy the rest of the day. The odd
groove in the road had me sideways a little, and swerving to miss traffic at
intersections was hilarious.
