I woke up this morning to the sound of roosters crowing, closely followed by the sound of a pig dying. By the time I was on the road, the pig was being chopped into pieces for sale. I admire these people's efficiency.
The road from Xiaoshajiang went up and down over a few more hills through the early morning, and then dropped as dizzyingly as it had climbed. By the time the sun was visible above the mountains, I had shot down into the green valley below and left the snow covered peaks behind.
From there on, nothing was easy. I had hoped that the mountains would slope gently down towards Huaihua, or at least drop down into flat and open valleys. I had no such luck. Each little village was in a valley, and from one to the next required climbing up a mountain, winding across a jagged ridge, and then spiralling back down again. By mid morning, I was beginning to doubt I would get to Huaihua.
The obstacle is sunlight. I have all the time in the world, and my legs can carry me a long way given enough rest. The key factor is the meagre ten hours of winter sunlight between about 8am and 6pm. If I wanted to get to Huaihua, I had to do it before the road went dark and I could no longer tell a bend in the road from a rocky precipice.
An hour later, the whole thing happened again. This time, when I finally wobbled into a repair shop, I realized what should have been obvious before and bought the tightening tool (3 yuan). Naturally, once I had the tool, my handlebars never bothered me again.
At 4pm I passed my last possible stop before Huaihua, and decided to go for it. The last two hours were an exausting climb up another ridge of mountains, but by dark I was swooping back down towards the lights of the city.
This morning I had noodles for breakfast. This afternoon I had noodles for lunch. And what did I have for dinner?
According to an online calorie estimator, I also likely expended over 4,500 calories today, so I can probably handle a little corn syrup right now.
Regards,
Niko