Just as I was about to dive into the mist laying ahead of me I came across a family hiking up the mountain. I wished I could have put them all on my bike as I was passing them with ease while they were slowly plodding up the road.

The road which had become partially muddy from the damp air lead to a huge boulder marking the beginning of a ridge with a steep falloff on both sides.

The view as breathtaking so I made another stop to fully appreciate it.

The valley to my left almost looked surreal in those heights. It was a saturated green mattress because of the moister getting trapped there every day.

As I stopped I was passed by the hiking family again. The children were leading and mom and dad were behind quite a bit. When they passed me I asked the husband if he would take a picture of me which he kindly did. They were from the Netherlands and hiking to a mountain hut which was supposed to be quite close. I thanked the man for the picture and was about to be on my way when he asked me if I would mind giving his wife a lift on the bike. She had hurt her leg and walking had become painful for her.

Unfortunately my pillion seat was packed with luggage but the husband offered he would carry it to make room for his wife. So we took off some of my bags and I went ahead and caught up to his wife who had already walked on and informed her that her taxi had arrived. Carefully she got on the seat …

… and on we went towards the hut that appeared out of the mist.

After a minute we also caught up with the rest of the family cheering us on like the crowd at a rally as we passed them.

The hut was now just a few hundred meters ahead and since I had to continue a different route and the remaining path to the hut was impassable for a motorcycle we parted ways after taking a group photo where I could clearly hear the youngest girl excitedly saying in Dutch “I also want such a motorcycle!”.