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Diary of the World Record: Day54

  • By Vin Cox

1st April. 132 miles cycled.

The prostitution here is a bit much!  This morning I pulled into a roadside café for water, and was offered sex [as if I was being offered fries in a fast-food outlet].  I had a massage at the hotel, and (no surprise) was offered sex with that.  After dinner, the receptionist saw me heading for my room “Sir! Sir! You want lady? Beautiful lady tonight?” – No, I don’t… and even if I did, you only sold me that ‘massage’ an hour ago – what do you think I’m made of?

Apart from the sex workers, another beautiful day through central southern Thailand’s hilly jungle. Stopped less, went fast, good miles, early finish.

Wheel very wobbly now.

Almost got rained on today! Just missed it.

132mi @ ???mph

The Garmin was back on the blink.  The backup system just told me how far I’d gone, not the average speed, hence not noting it where I usually would have.

This was my final night in Thailand, although I wasn’t sure if I’d make the border the next day as I worked it out over dinner.  145 miles to Malaysia – just possible I thought, and to make Singapore in time for my flight that progress would be necessary.

By day 54 Vin Cox was at Thung Song, Thailand.

Vin’s route through SE Asia and day 54′s stop at Thung Song in red.

I think I was grumpy about prostitutes just because they’d woken me up a few times the previous night asking for work. Everyone had a smile and was polite, and I always respect a positive attitude. It’s a sad indictment of single western men travelling to Thailand that these women assumed I was a potential customer.

Thailand’s roadside retail is so consistent that I was relaxed about running out of water and only getting more when I needed it, even though I was taking endurance exercise in a very hot humid environment.  That was how I came to need water and pull into what I thought was a sort of beer garden bar.  It was actually a knocking shop….  And that is how I came to be offered sex with my bottle of water.

My back wheel had been decaying since the cracks formed in India. Trying to fix it (by adjusting spoke tension) would very likely have finished it off, as would pumping the tyre up too hard, or hitting a bad bump.  To proceed with caution was my only option, and hope I made it to Singapore where I’d get a replacement.

That was my diary from precisely four years ago.  I’m writing up each day on it’s fourth anniversary as a motivation to get this long overdue task done.  These days I’m to be found spending my working days at a brewery, my leisure time cycling, and my family time with my wife and baby daughter.  I hope this entertains, informs, or motivates you.

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