Freaky hole into a blocked off supply room/bunker of some sort.
With the storm coming and the sound and sight of a lot of crows we couldn’t help but feel the bad vibes, like someone was murdered, or raped out here.
I took the Ti. Headset came a little loose half way in.
More Chin searching led us to the Pistol Range.
Quite freaky hearing people shoot in there too.
We came across this cool old guy selling bikes on our way home.
He not only sold bikes. He also had cold drinks and a fashion line from Indonesia (?!?!).
This one would have been my pick of the bunch!
PS: Felt so good to get my 2nd wind. Felt so good to be sweating so hard. Sweating like it was raining out of my face. I need to ride more yes I do.