Cooking up a feast
Trip Start Oct 16, 2012
136Trip End Apr 20, 2013
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By the time we were ready to cycle out of town, the sun was beaming down. We cycled next to the river all morning, mainly through farmland and over rolling hills; it was picturesque and the air was full of bird song. I wondered how much our scenery will change over the next few days as we ascend into the mountains. After about an hour and a half, we stopped at a fairly fancy looking restaurant, which had a few locals eating lunch in the open air, eating area
The roads were fairly quiet, paved and had a good hard shoulder, which we converted into the bike lane. Therefore, we thought it wasn’t too idiotic to use our I-pods to learn some Spanish at the same time. It worked well, and even on the hill climbs I managed to quickly puff out the responses to the questions. We probably sounded pretty barking though as we cycled through small villages, both saying separately, out loud "I do not have it and I do not want it, because I do not need it now" or something along those lines.
Before we knew it, we had arrived at our destination for the day, and it was only about 1pm. We ate our take away pizza from last night and debated what to do next. We considered cycling on to the next town but when we realised it was another 60km away, and we didn’t know how much of that was hill climbing, we decided to just call it a day and give ourselves the afternoon off
We found a nice looking motel, which was a little bit out of the town and quiet, which was unusual because there always seems to be someone with music turned to the maximum volume. A couple of times in India we were turned away from hotels, because we aren’t married, but here we have had the opposite problem a few times. The hotel lady kept asking how many hours we wanted the room for and we struggled to explain that we actually wanted the room for the night. It was quite funny, especially as the room was really nice and it wasn’t in a seedy looking joint by the bus station or something. We checked in but were slight apprehensive about if she would give us the knock in an hour.
After a refreshing siesta, we walked back in to town to pick up some fresh supplies for dinner. We have eaten out at street stalls every night for the past week and my body is craving vegetables! We found a little grocery/butcher store, and bought lots of vegetables and some chorizo sausages. We also picked up some beers to drink whilst making our feast. It took a while, as we were using our camp stove, but we made a delicious tomato sauce, with peppers, onions, garlic and herbs to go with our chorizo, steamed red cabbage and rice. It was a real treat and very satisfying to know that we had bought the ingredients from the locals here, which is something we have never done before on our travels abroad.