It was a hot but beautiful ride up along the river. A woman, Marjorie, stopped to talk to me - it turned out she was also a long distance bicyclist, so we chatted for half an hour. She kindly offered I could stay at her place, but as it was noon and not very far to her village I declined, eager to make progress. However, shortly after she drove off I regretted aware how I missed being invited to stay with people - and here was a fellow bicyclist who even spoke English. I decided to stop by her village to see if I could find her...