I will never eat eight steamed dumplings covered in msg sauce from a stall on the side of the road for breakfast again!!!I will never eat eight steamed dumplings covered in msg sauce from a stall on the side of the road for breakfast again!!!I will never eat eight steamed dumplings covered in msg sauce from a stall on the side of the road for breakfast again!!!I will never eat eight steamed dumplings covered in msg sauce from a stall on the side of the road for breakfast again!!!I will never eat eight steamed dumplings covered in msg sauce from a stall on the side of the road for breakfast again!!!
Finally a torterous day to write about, things were going to smoothly, we must have been having to much fun, appears the 'fun god' caught word and smote us.
Geared up for our biggest day yet, we were going to be crossing the peninsula from the east side to the west side(Chumpon to Rangon for anyone who might care to check it out on google earth). Up at a rediculous hour at least 5:30 seems rediculous to us, and we are the ones doing it. Had no choice really as we were planning on riding 120km and it was rumored to be somewhat mountainous.
We're flying, first tailwind of the trip, we knocked off 30km, all uphill, before breakfast. Another 30, bang, done. I think that may have been when the fun police go word, things were going way to smooth. We enter this town with dozens of street venders all apparently selling the same food. Only we couldn't tell what they were. All the ladies had huge stainless steel pots lined up on cookers. Then we pass a lady selling some, she's got the lid off and we peer in as we zoom by. Rrrrrr, slam on breaks, "what was that?" Reverse! Emmmm! "How much?" "10 cents." "serve us up a plate of those dumplings, they look great" ooo and they tasted great too!
Km70, Rachael feels like shit! We rest in the shade of a bus stop, trying to escape, o yah i forgot to mention the 100 degree heat. It's so Fing-HAM hot on the bikes it is hard to discribe, twill be perfect training for our Gobi desert trip next year though. Rachael rests, i feel fine so stuff down a yoghurt and PBnJ.
KM75, ahhhh, i don't feel so good either.
Km80, trying to decide if we have enough water to spare on me making myself vomit. Yep we do (afterwards i though, shit, i should have had Rachael video that. "no on want to see you vomit on video Micah, what on earth is wrong with you.")
Now i know why they call it "pulling the trigger" tap that little flappy way the hell down your throat and ka-boom there is vomit all over the place, including your arms and feet. I might even have to rename it 'emptying the 6 shooter' as that's how may times i had to pull the trigger to empty my stomach. Not sure i would reccomend it.
Needless to say the next 40km were hellish but we did make it!
Micah and Wiffie.
photos,
A golden jump, we were totally lost on back roads and just came across this awesome buda sculpture
Any electrictions looking for work, every power line looks like this.
Finally a torterous day to write about, things were going to smoothly, we must have been having to much fun, appears the 'fun god' caught word and smote us.
Geared up for our biggest day yet, we were going to be crossing the peninsula from the east side to the west side(Chumpon to Rangon for anyone who might care to check it out on google earth). Up at a rediculous hour at least 5:30 seems rediculous to us, and we are the ones doing it. Had no choice really as we were planning on riding 120km and it was rumored to be somewhat mountainous.
We're flying, first tailwind of the trip, we knocked off 30km, all uphill, before breakfast. Another 30, bang, done. I think that may have been when the fun police go word, things were going way to smooth. We enter this town with dozens of street venders all apparently selling the same food. Only we couldn't tell what they were. All the ladies had huge stainless steel pots lined up on cookers. Then we pass a lady selling some, she's got the lid off and we peer in as we zoom by. Rrrrrr, slam on breaks, "what was that?" Reverse! Emmmm! "How much?" "10 cents." "serve us up a plate of those dumplings, they look great" ooo and they tasted great too!
Km70, Rachael feels like shit! We rest in the shade of a bus stop, trying to escape, o yah i forgot to mention the 100 degree heat. It's so Fing-HAM hot on the bikes it is hard to discribe, twill be perfect training for our Gobi desert trip next year though. Rachael rests, i feel fine so stuff down a yoghurt and PBnJ.
KM75, ahhhh, i don't feel so good either.
Km80, trying to decide if we have enough water to spare on me making myself vomit. Yep we do (afterwards i though, shit, i should have had Rachael video that. "no on want to see you vomit on video Micah, what on earth is wrong with you.")
Now i know why they call it "pulling the trigger" tap that little flappy way the hell down your throat and ka-boom there is vomit all over the place, including your arms and feet. I might even have to rename it 'emptying the 6 shooter' as that's how may times i had to pull the trigger to empty my stomach. Not sure i would reccomend it.
Needless to say the next 40km were hellish but we did make it!
Micah and Wiffie.
photos,
A golden jump, we were totally lost on back roads and just came across this awesome buda sculpture
Any electrictions looking for work, every power line looks like this.
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