So with my kayaking limited by lack of friends to surfing with a bunch of surfies around me, I’ve taken up the pastime which has become very popular with the foreigners here, mountain-biking. There are some very keen cyclist here who have been cruising around the backroads, mainroads and tracks of the area around Banda Aceh. I’ve been out with them on a few rides and have ridden with Rachel a few times.
I just got back from an excellent ride I thought was worth recounting. Most Sundays my Palestinian friend Ramadan and I bike out and have pizza at a beach about 12km from Banda Aceh. There is a place that makes the pizzas in a wood fired oven and they are very nice. We started biking out there along the main road, unfortunately this meant we were riding into the traffic of people returning from the beach into town. The pollution and danger of the roads in Indonesia is not great at the best of times and 6pm on a Sunday night might actually be one of the worst times.
Fortunately there are some backways to get to the beach. One I’ve ridden a few times with the rest of the cyclists and I had heard rumours of another way to get out there. But I was advised by one of the main cyclists that it is a better hike than a bike. I did remember one guy telling me though that it was realistic on a bike.
I did a little recky by myself. I biked and then pushed my bike up a couple of steep hills. I met a man who’d just trapped some goats and amidst the blood and the gore he made it sound like I was “only two small hills” away from the beach where the pizza was. Intrigued I convinced Ramadan one evening we should go that way instead of through the plumes of exhaust.
We were told it was a three hour adventure but with pushing it along we made it in an hour and a half. Tonight we went back with an Australian friend Angus and it was, as I said, a night worth blogging.
The climb up is just perfect. It is VERY hard but it is just the right mix of steepness, continuity and technical mountain biking to convince me that it is indeed possible to ride it the whole way without stopping. One just has to be super fit and be very focused about controlling the bike. It is the type of climb where it will be very enjoyable for many attempts as one tries to get further each time, further each time with little tricks and keys being learnt each attempt and the leg muscles also growing until they can make it. I had to stop to rest or because I couldn’t control my bike enough climbing over the rocks about 4 times tonight, I am sure I can get that down to one and maybe it might be possible to conquer it one day.
Then the downhill makes it just perfect. It is probably 5 kilometers of continuously falling single track with a variety of characteristics: gravelly path between trees, rocky slabs, clay ruts, smooth but narrow concrete path, small drop offs (3 or 4 inches only) and then it opens up to a perfectly smooth tarmac road for the last 500m. Magic.
Then one is out at the pizza place and can enjoy a very nice wood fired pizza with delicious fruit drinks as the sun goes down and the sound of evening prayers comes from the mosque.
Tonight’s adventure kept on coming too. Ramadan left and started leisurely biking through the back roads that lead out the main thoroughfare. It is dark by that time and with our bike lights providing enough light to see 5m in front on the road we cruise through a couple of villages with dogs and people looking on in amusement. Tonight is started to gentle rain while we were winding down through some rice paddies, we pushed on. The rain built and with the mosques letting out the sound of the last prayer of the day we were biking down now deserted roads with water teaming down from the heavens. We decided to push on going through it all happy that the rain would reduce the night traffic even further.
It was a very wet bike for 20min or so. Cars were driving 25km/hour and everyone on their motorbikes was sodden. I actually came across a group of people who were fishing one guy and his motorbike out of the side ditch. I helped them lift it out. The kid (15 years old say) was ok . He must have just lost control or sight in the rain and blatantly driven into the ditch. People are awful drivers and very risky here.
So then I hounded my way home to a very happy shower and then to get into bed to write this.