Feb 15, 2010
As you probably guessed "emptying the revolver" and then riding nother 50km on empty put me in ned of a rest day or two. Now i'm thinking, 'maybe i didn't do that quite right? should my throat still be sore 2 days later? my stomach feels fine, i'm not sick, but that flappy in back of throat is not happy.' Basically i would not reccoment 'pulling thr trigger' unless absolutly necessary, which in my case looks like maybe wasn't as Rachael was just as sick as me now she feels fine.
Regardless, woke up the next morning, hopped on a ferry to a beach infested paradise and here we've been for 2 days in our ocean side bungaloo, relaxing and listening to cashews
crash to the ground out of nearby trees. Cashews crash to the ground, you question? Seems a bit extreme to use the word 'crash' wouldn't just 'fall be more apropriate?
Actually no it wouldn't as the cashew nut is cased in a hard green pod hanging from a rather large red fruit the size of a large pear. When the wind blows pod fruit
and all come 'yes crashing' to the ground. Amazing! free cashews covering the ground, i know i thought the same thing. Hacking the green pod did the trick and i had my very own
cashew nut, which tasted, yes, just like a cashew, only the oily secreation covering the nut given off by the pod was more like rubbing a red hot chili all over your lips and toung.
Turns out even the cashew nut has a natural defence.
Speaking of Nuts!...now i know what your are thinking...maybe i should just get a new seat and stop complaining...get your mind out of the gutter...
On the ferry we met another cyclist, a french guy, who had 7 months previous left his home in france on a recumbent bike and headed west. He had been
through 16 countries and was planning on continuing south to Australia where he would circumnavigate the place and then eihter fly home or maybe fly to
Argentina and ride to Alaska. Wooo! and we felt extreme for just the 8 days we'd done. Insanely he hadn't spent a single night in a hotel/bungaloo/resort
he'd beenb campinbg the whole way, and by camping he said that sometimes he just slept atop the rice drying on the side of the road (so the dogs didn't bother him).
IE less then a meter from the wheel of trucks passing by. He claimed the trucks never drove over the rice as there was always a pile of stick in front to deter the drivers from
doing so. Even in Bangkok he'd slept in some park. Mind you his passport, wallet, money and creditcards were stolen, go figure. He'd gone to the french
embasy w/o a cent and they said, 'to bad, deal with it, a new passport is 50 bucks', only he couldn't get a new atm card with out a passport and still they refused to help him,
sent him back onto the street where he was picked up by the police for sleeping on a bench. He told them his story and all the policemen pooled enough cash to get him a new passport.
Pretty incrediable story.
We'll do what we can not to repeate it!!
Micah and Rachael
As you probably guessed "emptying the revolver" and then riding nother 50km on empty put me in ned of a rest day or two. Now i'm thinking, 'maybe i didn't do that quite right? should my throat still be sore 2 days later? my stomach feels fine, i'm not sick, but that flappy in back of throat is not happy.' Basically i would not reccoment 'pulling thr trigger' unless absolutly necessary, which in my case looks like maybe wasn't as Rachael was just as sick as me now she feels fine.
Regardless, woke up the next morning, hopped on a ferry to a beach infested paradise and here we've been for 2 days in our ocean side bungaloo, relaxing and listening to cashews
crash to the ground out of nearby trees. Cashews crash to the ground, you question? Seems a bit extreme to use the word 'crash' wouldn't just 'fall be more apropriate?
Actually no it wouldn't as the cashew nut is cased in a hard green pod hanging from a rather large red fruit the size of a large pear. When the wind blows pod fruit
and all come 'yes crashing' to the ground. Amazing! free cashews covering the ground, i know i thought the same thing. Hacking the green pod did the trick and i had my very own
cashew nut, which tasted, yes, just like a cashew, only the oily secreation covering the nut given off by the pod was more like rubbing a red hot chili all over your lips and toung.
Turns out even the cashew nut has a natural defence.
Speaking of Nuts!...now i know what your are thinking...maybe i should just get a new seat and stop complaining...get your mind out of the gutter...
On the ferry we met another cyclist, a french guy, who had 7 months previous left his home in france on a recumbent bike and headed west. He had been
through 16 countries and was planning on continuing south to Australia where he would circumnavigate the place and then eihter fly home or maybe fly to
Argentina and ride to Alaska. Wooo! and we felt extreme for just the 8 days we'd done. Insanely he hadn't spent a single night in a hotel/bungaloo/resort
he'd beenb campinbg the whole way, and by camping he said that sometimes he just slept atop the rice drying on the side of the road (so the dogs didn't bother him).
IE less then a meter from the wheel of trucks passing by. He claimed the trucks never drove over the rice as there was always a pile of stick in front to deter the drivers from
doing so. Even in Bangkok he'd slept in some park. Mind you his passport, wallet, money and creditcards were stolen, go figure. He'd gone to the french
embasy w/o a cent and they said, 'to bad, deal with it, a new passport is 50 bucks', only he couldn't get a new atm card with out a passport and still they refused to help him,
sent him back onto the street where he was picked up by the police for sleeping on a bench. He told them his story and all the policemen pooled enough cash to get him a new passport.
Pretty incrediable story.
We'll do what we can not to repeate it!!
Micah and Rachael
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