Upon arrival, the promise of cosy accommodation was irresistible. I
was in dire need of a shower to cleanse the dust and sweat of the
day. As evening fell, I found myself once again resorting to instant
noodles for supper—comforting in their familiarity but increasingly
monotonous, leaving me yearning for something more flavourful and
exciting.
Phatthalung – Hat Yai - 107 kilometres
Before embarking on our penultimate ride to the border, our
breakfast was a simple yet hearty affair of bread paired with slices of
cheese—albeit the processed kind that barely resembled its artisanal
counterpart. Even so, it provided a brief yet welcome change to our
routine. Once finished, we mounted our iron steeds, heads down, and
began the rhythmic dance of pedalling with determination.
Hat Yai was a bustling haven, overflowing with a rich tapestry of
accommodation options and an enticing array of culinary delights. I
felt a wave of contentment wash over me as I settled into a cosy bed
and relished the prospect of diverse flavours to indulge in. The
weariness of the journey so far settled in my bones, but I beamed at
the thought that tomorrow would mark our final ride to the border—
an exhilarating conclusion to this chapter of our adventure.