Raincloud blares the horn as we enter the one and half kilometer long tunnel. The sound of the engine echoes loud and a orange light spreads all over. As we emerge to the light again, a rock wall runs high along our left, before dwindling in size, making way to open fields on both sides.
Rows of flowers flash past us, as Raincloud and I breeze through the open road on my humble bike. It is Raincloud's birthday and we are off to Torna...