Saved by a Horse in Nicaragua!
The 'road' was marked as a highway on my map. In reality, it was a rutted cow path. Pushing the bike became impossible when the mountain ascent got steeper. Thankfully, a security guard with a horse rescued me and pulled me (and lowered me) over the mountain.
People are good. Jungle paths in Nicaragua are bad.
check it out: Part 1 of my journey to San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua
Part 2 of my journey to San Juan Del Sur, Nicaragua
peace and tailwinds,
2 years spent teaching and riding around the world-- Teacherontwowheels.com
I too, was once saved by a horse. He was this huge beast standing in the middle of the rail trail. He was rather loosely tethered and had wondered onto the path.
He gave me a bit of a start because (and how do we put this), he was sexually excited. I'd never seen this before (city boy) and had to wait some time until he wondered back off the path.
I was going up the rail trail to Swindon for their Beer Festival. Two days later on the way back down the trail, I stopped to take a breath, only to find an apple on the ground. Being a Yorkshireman, I of course picked it up.
Several kilometers down the trail I again ran into the horse. The apple proved very useful.
You'll certainly look back on that as an amazing experience.