It was all a case of miscommunication. When Erin suggested bike ride through Aburi I imagined biking through the villages slowly, stopping every hour for a few beers. Little did I know that she meant riding up everestian mountains, one hand on the handle bar and the other wielding a machete to chop down thick rainforest vines and fend against rabid gorillas with a taste for human flesh. It did feel great afterwards to have done some excercise after such a long time.
This weekend we climb Mt. Afadjato. It doesn't seem that high (800 mtrs) but apparently there aren't any proper roads. I'm sure keeping up with Erin and Michi will be challenge. The weekend after it's Green Turtle time and then it's outski.
This weekend we climb Mt. Afadjato. It doesn't seem that high (800 mtrs) but apparently there aren't any proper roads. I'm sure keeping up with Erin and Michi will be challenge. The weekend after it's Green Turtle time and then it's outski.
On a completely different topic... lovely pic:
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