After deciding to take the bike for a spin, in search of a beach, I found myself on the slopes of Mt. Ranjani.
I settled down in a picturesque scene to wolf down my fried chicken.
Only to be confronted by a local rustic who didn’t seem so pleased to see me.
Among a stream of words, I recognised only “Bule” ( foreigner ). He was a few yards yonder, then disappeared.
Meanwhile, I was conjuring up visions of 70s horror movies, and thought it might be healthier to move on.
I can’t say I blame him, disturbing his peace and so forth, but that was the only slightly sour note if the entire ( maybe 50km ) trip.
Most locals are curious & welcoming, and I had a long roadside chat with Akim at the spot where this video was taken.
Bike is performing well, and I’m riding like an old man.