Leaving my viewpoint behind, I backtrack to the causeway and head south. I stick to the mainland, winding down the coast, Samosir to my left. It is, like all the riding so far, beautiful.
The road hugs the coast but, I don’t know, perhaps 100 metres up from the waterline. As I ride, deep gullies sit where the lake has bitten chunks out of the coast, the…
