A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
At one point I remember seeing some houses on the hill/mountain opposite and wondering how the hell they got to their houses. An hour later when I was cycling past them I found out - roads in mountains curve around a lot.
From this point the hairpins started to get steep and tight and at every road change of direction I had to get off and push around the curve and then right again to the next hairpin.