The road from Phnom Penh to Siem Reep - home to the legendary temples of Angkor was horrid. OK, I only knew they were legendary after watching a trailer on Discovery Channel, but they might have added a parental advisory note about that road. For the first 100kms or so, no problems, but then the beastly thing deteriorates into a sandy, pot-holed, gravelly mess. I never knew that so many different types of awful road surface existed.
Sitting contemplating my pleasantly sweaty navel in the Indonesian touristic vacuum otherwise known as Bali, South East Asia has left me with decidedly mixed emotions. There have been many high points, but these are tainted by the disappointment of missing both the Golden Triangle and Laos when the second cylinder head stud popped out on the way to Chiang Mai.
Can this guy clean a bike or what! If you're heading to Aus, it's well worth checking out Melaka for that all important pre-quarantine bike wash.
Its six oclock in the morning and the passengers cautiously inspect Darwin airports arrival lounge for evidence of red backs, funnel webs and 8-metre long salt-water crocodiles. I decide to worry about box jelly fish, blue bottles, blue ringed octopus, great whites, killer whales and any of the other ambitiously dangerous Australian fauna after a decent breakfast of wichittty grubs and lemon ant tea.