Home sweet somebody elses home

The next day we agreed that biking was going to be the best way to see all that surrounded us. We set off for a famous bridge a few hours away on old dirt roads surrounded by mountains and farms all along the way. About half way to our destination, that we never found, the rain stopped us in our tracks. We quickly took cover under a roof waiting for the rain to pass.

Surprisingly, an old lady poked her head out of her front door and invited us in to her lovely home. We immediately took her up on her offer and sat on her couch for five minutes smiling and laughing while she spoke Mandarin to us. Once the rain passed, we tried to continue our ride only to leave too early. The rain started again and the sweet lady invited us back in, once agin we stepped back into her house to wait out the rain.

After a few more hours on bikes we finally had our fill of the magnificent beauty and headed back to town for a much needed shower and dinner. We were blessed to have a clay pot restaurant only steps away. This place was unbelievably good and super cheap, we ate there three nights in a row.