It’s 11:04am and I’ve just woken up from my two hour nap. It seems that two hours is always the appropriate length for a nap, regardless of what time that nap starts. Today that nap started at 9am. Yes, that’s a bit early, but we’re on a different “schedule” as of late.
I blame the heat. Which is fair. The weather forecast for the next week is highs of 100, 100, 100, 101, 101, 102, 102. Around 10am it’s usually 90 degrees and by 11am I want to keel over and die. So we changed our schedule. Gone are the days of staying up past midnight watching Tour de France reruns on youtube, sleeping till 9am and getting on the road at 10am. Now it’s lights off at 9pm, wake up at 5 and then move in a frantic pace until the heat beats you into submission. I give, I give. (I then wake up from my nap around 2 and watch Tour de France reruns.) Today we didn’t have long to ride (my legs also felt pretty good from yesterday’s feast) and so when we arrived at our hotel at 8:15am we thought maybe we should get in another hour of cycling, but according to the map that would leave us in no-mans-land when the sun starts blazing. So we asked for an “early check-in” and I got started on my “afternoon” nap.
Questions you might be having:
Why don’t you just fly somewhere cooler?
We were “this close” to flying to Australia three days ago, but decided it was going to be too expensive. Also, we have a Myanmar Visa that we need to use. We wouldn’t feel so strong about going to Myanmar except this is our second Myanmar Visa. Our first one unfortunately expired before we were able to use it.
After Myanmar, where are you going?
We’re currently operating on two main agenda items: Clayton would like to reach 10,000 kilometers and Katy would like to spend a couple of weeks on the beach before flying home. (We are also interested in each other’s goals.) So that’s the current plan. Apparently the town of Dawei in Myanmar is supposed to have a truckload of beaches, and then we’ll make it to Krabi, Thailand and splash in the ocean – for a while.
What did we do yesterday?
At 11:30 we rolled into Li, a small town with two 7-11s. There are, in my opinion, only two redeeming features of 7-11 in Thailand. (FYI, 7-11 was introduced to Thailand in 1989, and currently has around 8,000 stores – just a bit fewer than the US.) Redeeming feature #1 – air-conditioning. Redeeming feature #2 – scales at most stores that operate for only 1 baht, and if you input your height it will also tell you your BMI (cause all cyclists are weight freaks.) At 11:30 we crashed into the 7-11. The A/C was leaking out of the motion-detected sliding door and I knew we were saved. Aahh. We ran inside and the four women at the counter (why it takes so many Thai people to work at Sev, I’m not sure – on 45th South it only requires a moderately overweight, unshaven, angry looking fella who would rather be outside having a smoke) started laughing at us. I laughed right back.
First up was chocolate milk: the refueling powerhouse of endurance athletes. I drank it as fast as I unscrewed the lid. Next was a Coke, because sugar and exercise are friends. Then I had a slurpee. Sitting on the floor in the back of the Sev, A/C blowing in my face, a nice cold slurpee. Things sure have changed.
Across the street Katy insisted on real lunch so we had pad thai and fried rice with chicken. We prefer to have khao soi for lunch but this Thai lady was not understanding our Thai pronunciation (which by the way, we’ve mastered – all five tones). We took our nap to the blissful A/C (well I napped, Katy would prefer to “read” instead of sleep) and then went out for dinner. For $6 we had some fried delicious things, stir fry pork with basil, fresh green mango salad, banana chips, an entire grilled fish, some greens, two bottles of water, a yogurt and a dozen bananas. Someone better tell the US of A about the prices we’ve been getting used to cause next month I think we’re going to run into an appetite-finance problem.
Current Odometer: 9,231 kilometers. Just a bit further to go. Then in a minute I’ll be free, and you’ll be splashing in the sea. Free.
First some photos from Phuket.
And back to real life.