Trip Start Feb 20, 2012
126Trip End Oct 22, 2012
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Don't laugh, 70 of them are just crazy dirt road full of bumps. Everything is red. The mask we use to protect our breath is red, the hair in the helmet is red and each km more similar to a sculpture, our cloths are red. Up and down, up and down, up and down, one crater after the other, strategically piled to create a slope. There is not way to escape even one of them, and my back knows it. The few times the road comes closer to its name trucks going in the opposite direction shape red dusty clouds for us
While finding again my place on the seat I think back to what my uncle was always saying me "Doesn't matter if you are going 200 or 30 km/h, falling always hurt" You knew it quite well, Marco. I guess you are laughing now. While checking again the cuts, I see the bracelet, the one our guest house lady tided at our wrist in the morning, wishing us good luck for the trip. Did it helped? Or was actually a spell? The question is washed away by the next 17 km, that luckily are not as tricky as the worst part of the day.
At the hospital of Pakxong I think about my hepatitis vaccines while the nurse/doctor medicates me. I'm just glad to the fact that she didn't had to use any of the forceps and tweezers directly on me. The second thought, let's hope that will not get infected. The night is nervous, partially because of the shock of the fall and partially because of some news from Italy.