In my experience, Day Threes are always hard.
Sure enough, it hit us first thing in the morning. A bad wake-up. Maybe it was a sodium hangover — too much ramen and hot dogs the day before. 1,890 more words
Leaving Phitsanulok, heading east toward Laos, only one road was laying in front of us. Route 12. Going through forests, national parks and hills (lots !!!), this road would be our nemesis for the next couple of weeks. 1,140 more words
Rust has been a problem since the first bicycles. It works it way into hard-to-reach places and can be the death of a bicycle. If you regularly clean your bike, or have non-steel based components, then you can easily keep this to a minimum. 557 more words