About 66 miles into the journey we stopped at a fantastic vista point, Sangeet suddenly said “where is my green bag” then we realised that it was left at the cafe! Both our mobile phones did not have coverage so we had to rush back, we arrived at a town called Willow Creek where we managed to call the cafe, they said they had the bag…phew! I still wanted an excuse to drive fast on the winding roads so put my foot down and made good progress! I miss the sports car!
We picked up the bag from the cafe and then decidedly explore Acarta some more, we parked up, the majority of parking in Acarta is free but limited to two hours, we wandered and sat in the Acarta plaza, a piece of grass marking the middle of the town. There were many students. Some guys practicing yoga and some juggling, what a fantastic atmosphere.