It has to be done! It is the only way we can get to some schools and it can be as much as an hour up the dirt road clinging on for dear life. I could now enter for the pillion passenger motor bike scrambling championship especially after the rain when the roads are no more than muddy puddles held together by a few small solid patches. Basically you just have to pretend that you are a sack of potatoes and hope that he wants chips for dinner. The only trouble is that potatoes don't hurt when they fall off. These guys know what they are doing though and can get up inch wide gaps between the puddles and the potholes and I just presume they do not fall off any more than I do. It always seems easier after a couple of Mutzigs but this was at 12 noon so a bit early for that!