The game plan was simple. Ride until my bum got sore, then find a good place to take some pictures, grab something to eat and go on from there. Easy peasy. Except for one small problem. When I hit the border, some 450km later, I was still comfortable, cool and relaxed.
Best I press on then; but instead of going into Thailand I made my way back towards Penang. The first reason for stopping (apart from the fill-ups) was hunger. Grab a sandwich and keep going. All in all, I did just under 750 kms that day, without a single twinge, ache or grumble. That's impressive. For the bike I mean. ;-)
tbc (maybe)
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