“Miles from nowhere,
think I’ll take my time,
to reach there.”
The morning is so cold I need to wear everything. My water bottles become slushys.
Yet people are living traditional lives throughout these mountains.
I climb to 7400 feet, sucking in all the thin air I can, loving the ascent, the views, the wildness, the stark beauty; this is what I cycle for, this is what life was meant for.
And then, there is the descent.
I coast for miles, pedaling backwards in a futile attempt to stop shivering.
I end up on a mile high desert plateau. Large geologies arise and vanish as my small wheels spin.
The road intrudes on timeless mud brick villages.
Homes arise from the earth and crumble back into it.
He looks cool in my sunglasses, but I doubt he has bathed in months.
Miles from nowhere,
think I’ll take my time…
to reach there.
Midelt, a more modern city.
What a great, great ride today. How good life can be.