We woke up most disinclined to move. Our room was so nice, a rare, cheap guesthouse where someone had actually exercised their own personal taste. I couldn't face the thought of cycling 25km to the pier, getting a boat to the island, finding a hotel etc etc. So we decided to stay another day and just enjoy the sensation of being in a town where there was a supermarket, clean streets and a comfortable place to relax. We spent the morning reading and then went for a walk where I bought a copy of the Bangkok Post. I took a picture of the article that grabbed my attention on page 5...
Well that was a stroke of luck wasn't it?!
In the evening we met the Norwegian who had been asking after us yesterday in the bar downstairs. He was about 50, slightly crazy and claimed to have cycled 154,000 km in the past 20 years. That's more than twice round the world. He also told us that once he had cycled for 36 hours solid, apparently there's nothing like cycling under the night stars in the Australian desert. I'll take his word for it. It did feel good (if slightly surreal) however, to pretend to be a cycling expert, talk about handlebars and wheel sizes and swap crazy anecdotes.
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