my second attempt at writing this blog. I had finished the whole day’s events and when I saved it, it completely disappeared! Was I P.O’d!!!!!! Second time this had happened – I should write this in word and then copy it to this blog!
Woke up later than usual – chatted with Liza and then with my sister in Malaysia. Dialled my other sister’s phone number in England – oops, it is midnight or thereabouts. Keeping track of all these different time zones is difficult, I forget that as I am getting up my sister in England was going to bed and vice versa.
Dave was zoned out watching Torchwood, a sci-fi series from BBC America that Liza tuned him into. At about midday, he roused himself up and said hey if we don’t go out soon it will be dark, like it is my fault we haven’t left yet!
So we carried our bikes down four flights of stairs; could have taken the elevator but the stairs are closer to our apartment. We rode towards the part of town where the office of the English speaking doctor is (although he hardly uttered a word to me when I went to see him last October) and rode til we got to the rural part of town, some rice fields, a spattering of persimmon trees here and there. Then we took the back road and turned into a side street and came upon a persimmon fruit orchard. There were hundreds of trees, bare of leaves but laden with orange fruits, as far as the eyes can see! And my camera was on the table next to my laptop at the apartment! I was tempted to pluck a fruit but I thought there might be eyes watching us.
We kept on riding and I can feel that the gradient was increasing; we were still surrounded by persimmons. At one point I stopped to peel off my jacket and hat and gloves but Dave kept on going. The narrow road then turned into a dirt road and by now, I was on granny gears and the orchard gave way to dense forest. I told Dave to carry on and I had to walk my bike on the by now squishy muddy trail. As I rounded the corner, I saw a beautiful waterfall in the ravine below me. I hopped on my bike and rode a little ways and as I turned to look behind me, I noticed what looked like a river of orange against the steep slope and wondered what it was.
The forest kept the sun out and I was getting abit spooked and I needed more than granny gears so I walked uphill for a long while. I even called out to Dave but he was no where to be seen and just as I decided to ride back down, he came flying down the mountain. He did not get to the top as the small road kept going and going. Maybe we will ride up it again in the spring and hopefully a few pounds lighter …..hmmm…
I had to ride down the mountain very gingerly as the road is muddy and slimy – don’t want to fall here and hurt myself. Dave had stopped where the waterfall was and he was clambering down the slope. When I got closer I saw that the river of orange was hundreds of persimmon fruits and it looked as if someone with a truckload of the fruits had driven a little too fast and accidently emptied its contents down the slope. Dave was throwing the fruits up to me and they looked perfect to me. Maybe it was not an accident, perhaps these fruits were offerings to the waterfall gods or something. I don’t feel good about taking them. Dave laughed it off and kept throwing the fruits to me. I stuffed my back pack and told him that we had enough. Well, I reasoned to myself, at least we were not plucking them off the trees.
As we rode towards the entrance of the orchard, I was a bit worried in case someone took notice of how plumped my back pack was compared to when I first rode in. I am such a worrywart!
When we got to the apartment, Dave carried both bikes up the four flights of stairs. We definitely could not traipsed into the grand foyer to take the elevator up . The foyer is so squeaky clean and posh and our bikes were a bit (that’s an understatement!) muddied up. I need to leave my bike downstairs and trust people. I am sure no one will steal my nice bike.
After a quick snack and got warmed up abit, Dave plonked himself infront of his lap top to watch Torchwood. I cooked fish curry, fried some mackerel which had been lightly salted and rubbed with tumeric, and for veggies, I sauted some garlic with green chillies and threw in some sliced ladies fingers (oh no, not mine!!). My cooking changed for the better once my spices arrived with the shipment!
It was a lovely day, and finding the backroad and the orchard was a gem-erooni! We will have another adventure next week and another hill to climb, I am sure, unless the snow comes. Then it will be back country skiing ..perhaps.