This is how it’s done. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed like I was in Sumatra, Will watched as we pulled up to a little village amid the banana trees and found a place to sleep. We spent the evening watching the locals playing baminton before having the hall to ourselves – except for the giant bugs buzzing into walls and the lights.
‘I don’t mind sleeping in bird shit,’ said Will as we decided on a place to set up the mosquito net. Nice one!

The road
Thank-you my friends in Kuching. Thank-you Jammie for inviting us to stay in your place and spending time with us. A huge thanks to Akmal to come all the way from Kuala Lumpur for some special parts bike maintenance. And thank-you to the bike team in Kuching for putting the final touches on my new carbon drive set-up.
Kuching was also our place for getting a second 60-day Indonesian visa.
Finally, Kuching was reuniting with Will – an irregular Irishman I cycled with in Tajikistan. It’s been 17000km since we last cycled together. Back then we were together with Mark and Kim. This time we are a team of three – Clement, Will and me.

Our warm showers host Jammie

Akmal performing magic

The bike team in Kuching

The new cycling team – Will, Clement and me
