Today’s ride took us through Mae Takhrai National Park. The cloud coverage was great for keeping me from burning and melting.
Hell is hilarious so I I had to laugh. Maybe I shouldn’t have…
Immediately afterwards, a downpour started.
Almost two hours later, we were finally back on track. While it can be a little inconvenient at times, I do love rainy season. The fields are lush, the falls are flush, and the trails go slush… ah, mud rides.
Despite soaking me like a drowned rat, the rain was kind enough to let up so I could visit the vermilion torii tunnels of the Fushimi Inari Taisha Shrine grounds and the famous forest at Arashiyama.
I couldn’t help but wonder if the maiko hide fish snacks in the folds of their obi. They do tend to congregate around the temizu water troughs.
A designated soundscape… the sound of swaying stalks in the grove is recognized by the ministry.
The bulk of my time was spent riding along the Katsura and Kamo rivers or sampling mochi/people watching in cafes until a storm passed.
I stole many glances at various temples from the seat of my rental bicycle as I wandered about the city but was often too wet or avoiding impending saturation to stop. Props to the Almont Hotel for providing dry towels, a blow dryer, and warm house clothes.
Excuse my skepticism, but there wasn’t a beignet in sight. I also had some coin with no discernible denomination, which makes it cool but difficult to spend. I love my… problems.
The smart toilets, signs, and house clothes do live up to the acclaim.
In and around Karystos, Evia.
More sand, sun, and specie.