I got away early in the morning, but the downhill sections that I thought were close were denied to me. Three hours of sharp inclines, dips and climbs later, and I eventually hit the downhill sections, but with one small problem....

 

Now that should be a cyclists dream, but it had started to rain, and my brakes were about as effective as a cat flap in an elephant house. Rocketing downhill with inadequate brakes through the rain, and trying to use my feet to slow my descent in some sort of cartoon fashion is quite invigorating. Well, for the first little while. After that it becomes a tad suicidal, so I ended up walking some sections with the brakes full on, and it was still a struggle to keep the bike under control.

Eventually, I reached a flatish section and could carry on cycling. I reached Pemberton mid afternoon, and found the road I needed to head out to another warmshowers host. Anna is a cyclist herself, and I was soon made to feel right at home with the holy trinity of shower, laundry and kitchen all pointed out and used! Over a great soup, we swapped stories, and I was interested to hear her stories of cycling in Thailand and Laos, as these are countries I have yet to cycle through. Anna works a farm with her parents and sister, and as there was some work available, it seemed like volunteering my services was the right thing to do. The next day, I would head out to the farm !