Day Three on the bikes, Not Run over by a Truck‏

Feb 6th, 2010, 3rd day on bikes
Hum?  So far i havn't been run over, mamedm had diharea, vomited, been stung, mugged, stabbed, or even had a flat tire, yet i feel like putting pencil to paper...what else could i write about...emotions?  doesnt sound like me does it, let have a go.
How many emotions can you have in one day on a bicycle?  I'm not sure lets find out....
 
Wake up on the 5th day of our trip, 3rd day on the bikes.  First decent nights sleep we've had since leaving home, didn't even have to wear ear plugs, a first of the trip.  It's 5:30am, still dark, excited to get started before the heat becomes oppressive, i'm feeling great (1).  Discover that during the night aints have infested our food bag so we throw it all away, rather annoied at the possibility of having canned tuna for breakfast (2).  In the saddle at 6:30am and the sun is already up, a little pissed as we really wanted to get some km's under our belt before the heat became opressive (3).  Find some mangos and museli, stoked we're not going to be eating my least favorite breakfast, tuna (4).  Ride the first 5km along the beach with zero traphic, stoked again, this is going to be a fantastic day (5).  Km6 brings us to the freeway, divided with 2 lanes in each direction, still there is a massive shoulder and the traphic is very tolerent, giving lots of space, plus lots of people smile and wave, ambivolent really (6).  Km50 still on the freeway, nearly sweating to death, dead flat, havn't shifted gears once, and there is a headwind, i am F-ingHAM pissed off, ready to give up, what in the F-ingHAM are we doing here, Thailand Sucks! Seriously ready to hop on a train (7).  Stop for a cold sprite, shop is closed, stop for an iced coffee, same story, now i'm even more pissed then i was, just about to give up (8).  Try again for a Sprite, end up with a huge plat of chicken, sticky rice, veggies, a bowl of ice and the friendlyiest people on earth, this definatley takes the edge off, though i'm not stoked (9).  Discover a side rode that just might potentially get us off the freeway, or it might dead end meaning we'll have to turn around and retrace our steps, doing an extra 30km and putting us right back on the highway exhausted, i'm nervious (10).  The road is beautiful, there are some minor elevation changes, a first, pinaple plantations in the forground and limestone peaks in the distance, scared to enjoy it, (11).  The road pans out and we find a coffee shop with delicious iced coffee, i'm getting back in the groove (12).  The road continues to be quiet and beautiful, ok i'm happy again (13).  Pop out onto the coast and the beach is absolutly georgous!  Island surround, find a bungaloo with ac and a king sized bed for 20 bucks, Now i know why we are here (14).
Fourteen i guess.
Micah and Wiffie

MICAH MCLANE AGAIN, SO SOON?

o yah, we are pedaling from Bangkok to Singapore then flying to Indonesia and Surfing, come join us!!! let us know where and when you can meet up

Sitting down, trying to pick a meal from this 36 page menu and jesus i just can't make up my mind, it's a 50/50 toss up between the Baked Surpent Head Fish Country Curry and the Fish Intestine Curry and Vegetables.  First day on the bikes, sitting in this little wooden closet of a resturant next to a blue stagnant cespool of a stream and just can not decide.  Ohh come to think of it i don't really feel like Serpent Head or Fish Intestine at all.  Waitress: I'll have the Spicy Fermented Egg Salad and Jungle Curried Spotted Feather Back for the lady.  

Ok, i'm lying we ordered the the Fried Chicken with Cashews and the Spicy and Sour Chicken Galengal in Coconut Milk but Serpent Head, Fish Intestine, Spicy Fermented Egg and Spotted Feather Back were actually on the menu, under the 'reccomended' even, em.

Maybe it was partial delerium from pedaling our bicycles for the first time in 3 months during the heat of the day, 95 degees.  But the more times i read the menu the funnier it seemed, i actually started laughing out loud.  I was picturing the lockness monster, head lopped off, eyes googling out of the bowl and just a huge pile of fish guts, lightly steamed over a bed of white rice.  

Some more about the heat; it was so damn hot we each drank 4 liters of water, one Sprite, one hydration drink and half an iced tea and i only urinated(i was tempted to write pissed but decided i'm more mature then to write piss in an email, piss).  So hot we couldn't stop riding for if we did the cooling breeze would cease, sweat would pool up in our shoes, spilling out over the sides leaving the road greesy with sunblock and sweat and we'd then we'd slip and fall over.  

"What in the F-ingHam are you two up to?" you ask.  "Good question," come a reply.  We are asking ourselves the same thing.  Back in NH at -10F riding our Bicycles from Bangkok to Singapore seemed like quite the nice warm relaxing idea, looks like it might be more of a test then we anticipated, we like tests!

Micah and Rachael

MICAH MCLANE SAYS We's Here, Dis AINT BLOODY JUNK‏

Feb 1st, cold as shit, drive to Boston, told could not go as no proof of onward travel, "what the hell do you think these bikes are for Miss?", argue, get manager, told same thing, charge $5,000 bucks on the credit card for return flights, rediculous, fully refundable we are told, bloody better be, fly, fly, fly, Gin and Tonic, 2 sleeping pills, 27 tortous hours later land in Bangkok, midnight, hour taxi, hotel reservation as been given away as we are to late, bull we told you we'd be there at 2am, still looking for a room an hour later, full everywhere, about to use bike boxes as beds and sleep in an alley, find a room, ssslllleeeepppp, kind of, jet lag, wake up at 7am. Mangoes, papaya, pinaple, banana, dragon fruit, homemade yogurt, 1 dollar, 10 million people, amazing food, rotting garbage, street dogs, sewage, homeless people, friendliest culture on earth, 95 degrees, sweat, bed at 8pm, up at 4am, explore, temples, palace, monks, huge wooden penis, water taxi, pad thai, stirfried rice, 1 dollar and 50 cents, assemble bikes, amazing hour massage, 6 dollars, green curry, bed, up at 5am, load up bikes for first time, man with no hands, car dodging, drag bike up flights of stairs, highway, 6 lane roundabout, rickity local train from 1930's, small local ferry, another local train,k amazed we did not come off the track it was such a pos, another ferry, 12pm, sprite, sunblock to mix with city grime and sweat, friendly man walks up and gives us delicious new fruit, load up, moment of truth, pedal off into the searing sun.  

Micah and Rachael