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and king’ s palace, we headed south towards Samar. We’ d reached our goal, the top of Upper Mustang.
Stopping for photos at one of the many temples, Joe launched his drone successfully, but it took a chunk of finger when he caught it to prevent a crash landing in the bulldust.
The tough stuff came after a lunch of two-minute noodles. Among the steep downhills was one in deep bulldust that dropped sharply into a water crossing. The descent wasn’ t easy, rocks hidden beneath 300 millimetres of dust and a dropoff of at least a kilometre with hardly a blade of grass to cushion a fall. Harro, back on the bike and slightly out of control, chose to bail rather than spear off the edge to certain death, landing with a yelp on his already aching shoulder. The crossing and climb that followed were brutal, and many bikes gasped
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