It was pretty calming cycling around the island, although some villages felt a bit abandoned and eerie. On one stretch, there was an old man with crazy hair, chickens, coconuts, and an old gnarly staff who just stared at me with his mouth gaped open wide. Later I found out he was know as the Moses guy and no one really knows who he is. I tried saying hi a few times over the week, but he just stared back with his mouth open.