Our Last Hurrah
All of a sudden, as we load up the bike and bump out of the coffee plantation and over the waterfall bridge, it feels as...
All of a sudden, as we load up the bike and bump out of the coffee plantation and over the waterfall bridge, it feels as...
Before we can escape the lake of farts for the coffee plantation, there is, as ever, the little matter of our motorbike. After our ordeal...