Chaya – Chawang - 146 kilometres
What a demanding day of biking it turned out to be. From the start,
fatigue tugged at my muscles, but we had no choice but to persevere.
Thankfully, the wind blew gently at our backs, and the slight cloud
cover shielded us from the sun's intensity. The landscape unfolded
like a breathtaking tapestry: vibrant hues of emerald green blanketed
the hills, while dense forests stood proudly. Still, we pedalled on,
determined to reach the border before our visas expired. In the
process, we covered 140 kilometres. At last, we reached a petrol
station that offered refuge, with its undercover area, inviting showers
and clean toilets, a much-needed sanctuary after a long day on the
road.
Wild camp – Phatthalung - 125 kilometres
As one ventured further south, the landscape transformed into a
vibrant tapestry of tropical beauty. The air grew thick with humidity,
and an ever-present haze of clouds cast a gentle shadow over the
lush surroundings. Verdant forests flourished, their canopies teeming
with life, while swarms of mosquitoes buzzed in the moist air, a
reminder of nature's relentless energy.
The journey to Phatthalung was pleasingly brief, a blessing for my
weary legs. Ernest, typically the one to follow, took the lead this time
—an unusual choice, perhaps spurred by the slight headwind that
pushed against us. I couldn't help but think he considered my pace
too leisurely for his liking.