English Version 32
It has been raining all night and itís still dripping. My bike has disappeared and the landlord doesnít understand ANYTHING. I put it in the reception and just locked it, when I saw the gate to the road being locked. It was actually locked already when I came back. But the smallest boy from the restaurant who accompanied me shouted so loud someone came to let me in. But where is the bike now?
It takes long before a woman who knows appear. Itís been locked up in a room.
The rain has stopped when I drive on, but has been replaced by a minor storm. But it blows up through the gorge, so itís mainly a tailwind.
The day is unbearable. This road, that Chinese cyclists describes as good (it must be because itís paved and the pavement is intact), looks like itís been smoothed with a plough. The views and the surroundings are the only positive things. Itís a shame youíre bound to looking at the road all the time.
After climbing one climb after another I can see waving low mountains looking like something in Germany. The descent to Jiange is awful. I canít just let it go because of the uneven road. My luggage is hopping and popping and I donít want anything to break.
Jiange is an ugly town. Itís been raining for some time, now itís raining more heavy, but just when my trousers are all wet it stops. Climb after climb 5 and 6 on the scale.
At last Iím up again and the pattern repeats down to Liugou. Donít
think it canít get any steeper Ė it can. Once Iím standing in the pedals
and only manage because itís no for long. At a time I think I wonít have
to go all the way down to Wulian Ė yes, unfortunately.
Then new climbs for 5-6 km. In the afternoon the sun starts shining and it gets hot.
At last there is a part where the road doesnít ascent and descent SO much. It looks like France now. The whole day Iíve been waiting for the road to get better Ė it HAS to. But it takes 100 km before. The distances on the map are not correct Ė itís much longer!
From Qiqushan Temple itís a nice concrete road and it goes down, down, down, but the town it not in sight. I end this half marathon (there was at least tailwind some of the way) with 112 km. If it hadnít been for the views the day would have seemed wasted.
And according to the Chinese cyclists I met it should continue like this all the way to Chengdu.
Maybe I catch a train?