It was raining when we started cycling in the morning. We did not care and moved towards the mountain road. The higher we went, the heavier the rain, the thicker the mist over the mountain. There was a mysterious and different atmosphere in front of us and we were determined to get there.

According to the weather forecast, the rain should have stopped, but it was still raining and it was as if the sky did not want to stop the beautiful, cold, and wetting shower.

We were freezing. We had a brief breakfast in the middle of the road and set off again. Finally, the rain stopped.

The path went uphill. I, personally, grabbed the bike handles and climbed to the top of the mountain, and eventually, we got to the fog.

The fog wasn’t very thick, it was mostly like a mysterious passing by cloud ... We crossed the fog and reached the top, Even though it wasn’t the end of the road, but still really high.

The scenery was beautiful, and the mountains were majestic. We were cold and wet but happy and excited.

The coming down was thrilling as hell…