We had a welcome day off the bikes , with a tour booked to take in the local sights - there were those who wondered how we’d cope with the het in the old, open air trucks, but time proved that a lack of suspension was a bigger problem! We were taken well beyond any semblance of “the bean track”, our local guides relishing the opportunity to prove the 4wd off road skills - one vehicle was bogged to its axles and stuck for all money, but no, with clouds of dust and sand (covering the occupants with more than a liberal coating) it popped out.
The fact that man and beast can can actually survive out here beggars belief - survival perhaps, but little more than that, with no one appearing to look particular happy (understandable). The scenery is as far removed for what we’re used to as you can imagine - that said, it does rain occasionally (when the Medicine Man does his thing), and even snows in the winter time, with the yucca plant giving advance warning of it’s impending severity. One of our guides (Rita) sung a lovely “waiata” while we lay back in a sacred cave - her song was a combination of traditional and commercial, but a hit none the less. Three and a half hot and bone shaking hours soon passed with the general consensus being that it was time and money well spent. Comments are closed.
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Don MalcolmA perfect day involves being on my Harley with a long ride ahead.
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