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Almost a week in Singapore visiting a friend and waiting for my Indonesian visa gives me time to make my next video. The trip from Bangkok to Singapore was beautiful – cycling in tropical paradise. I hope you like the video! 🙂


The motorbike guy opened the sack and pulled out a glass jar. Some white fabric was stuffed in the top, and at the bottom a black shiny object. ‘A cobra’, he said. ‘I found it just over there.’ I could see the cobra breathing inside the jar – it’s abdomen expanding and contracting. Maybe I shouldn’t camp here..

Danger

Danger

In Malaysia the monkeys are walking across the power lines crossing the road, the giant lizards are scurrying off into the bushes as I pass, and the cobras are being caught in glass jars. I saw a big brown shiny snake slithering across the road – I almost ran it over. Although the landscape is more open with wider fields, it is seething with life. I am really in the tropics.

The border with Thailand is a ridge of mountains that pops up out of nothing – and it is steep. In the muggy heat of the middle of the day, the sweat was pouring off me as I inched up the pass. At the top, behind the tall grass and the trees, I caught glimpses of a beautiful plain with kaarst peaks rising vertically out of the flatness.

View over the plains

View over the plains

A rest day yesterday with a cyclist friend from Facebook – Terje, saw us paddle into the dark in Chet Cod Cave. It was dark. Shining the light to the cavern ceiling, we say the rows of bats hanging upside-down. It seemed to be raining – something from the bats maybe. 🙂


Today it rained – and it was refreshing. I met a cyclist heading north and it seems I’m entering a new weather region – one of short, torrential downpours – like the ones I know from Kuala Lumpur.

Downpour

Downpour

I met up with Terje – a guy from various cycling Facebook groups. He has had an amazing life travelling the world, and has a lot of stories to tell – from everywhere on the planet. Tomorrow will be a day of kayaking and caving before crossing over the border to Malaysia the following day.

Bone voyage

Bone voyage


I breathed a sigh of relief when I stepped off the boat and onto my bike. Peace. Away from the masses on the tourist drag. Just the empty road, locals, people waving and the countryside. I didn’t get too far though, the boat was late and slow, only leaving a few hours for cycling. It’s good to be back on the road again.

Clean air technology

Clean air technology

I’m meeting up with a fellow cyclist from Facebook tomorrow for a bit of cave kayaking before plunging over the border into Malaysia.

View from the boat

View from the boat

Tsunami signs

Tsunami signs


Another sprint, Metallica blaring in my ears, and then all I could hear was the call to prayer. The local mosque was calling out to its followers. Slowly the religious landscape has been changing as I travel south. I am approaching the second large muslim region of the planet – Malaysia and Indonesia – my home for the next months.

Ao Nang beach

Ao Nang beach

I have seen more women with hijabs, many fluttering in the wind as they pass me on their motorbikes. I have seen more halal restaurants, and I have seen more mosques. The variation in the world seen slowly from the eyes of a cyclist.

I left my warmshower host, Andrey, early and did a little detour to Ao Nang beach. It seems there littering is allowed for 21 hours each day.

Littering allowed

Littering allowed

The rest of the morning was spent in Krabi replacing my broken bike computer. I couldn’t find one with an altimeter, but, I guess I’ve already done most of the mountains.. ☺ Getting to Koh Lanta – my planned destination – became another race as I only left Krabi at 13.00. Head down, music on, on the freeway, I couldn’t enter the zone today. The headwind saw to that.

Tomorrow I’m off on a snorkelling trip to Koh Rok where I will spend the night in my tent on the beach by my little self. An evening snorkel in the clear blue waters as I watch the sunset is rather appealing to me at this moment. No blog entry tomorrow.


I almost cried for the beauty today. Turquoise, still water studded with rock pinnacles on the horizon. Then security guards with batons, broken bike computer cables, missing pannier screws and broken helmet buckles added to my low blood-sugar levels, putting a dampener on a day which unfolded in a glorious paradise backdrop.

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

Many people I have spoken with said I must make the detour to Koh Yao Noi. I am glad I did. The views are absolutely amazing.

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

I had a few hours, so I decided to visit one of the beaches at the end of a dirt road. I chose the one leading to Paradise Resort. This is a very very steep and dusty road through the jungle. Quite pleasant, but I was looking forward to sipping a smoothie on the beach at the end. Not to be.

No Trespassing! Paradise Resort at Koh Yao Noi.

No Trespassing! Paradise Resort at Koh Yao Noi.

No passing through here

No passing through here

The guard was armed with a script in English, insisting that due to security, all visitors had to register 48 hours in advance. A bomb going off was mimed to explain the security risk. The guard was also armed with a baton. (Don’t worry – he was only doing his job. When I backed off, he put the baton away.) I walked the steep public footpath to the nearby rock-climbing area, and to the other edge of the private resort.

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

A note to the owners of Paradise Resort on Koh Yao Noi. Please put a sign at the start of the dead-end road informing people of your policy of no unregistered visitors. This can reduce the frustration had by all.

Thanks to Andrey, my lovely warm showers host in Krabi. The night is still young, but I’m looking forward to exchanging stories!

But first, one more photo from beautiful Koh Yao Noi.

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi


The endpoint today was what I had planned. The path there was somewhat different. This morning I consumed a breakfast buffet in the hung-over Patong. This evening I dined with a view over the still turquoise waters studded with kaarst islands. Party vs serenity, and in between, an island I didn’t expect to visit.

Koh Yao Noi

Koh Yao Noi

Actually, there are no boats that go from Phuket town to Koh Yao Noi – only from the town I cycled past in a blur yesterday. I had no desire to cycle the same freeway with a headwind. The alternative was to take a boat to a different island – Koh Yao Yai, cycle across it, and catch a further boat to Koh Yao Noi. This made for an unexpected serene bike ride across the peaceful, beautiful tropical island of Koh Yao Yai.

Koh Yao Yai

Koh Yao Yai

Koh Yao Yai

Koh Yao Yai

Koh Yao Yai

Koh Yao Yai