Vehicles and Animals...

-


Shell garage
After a good nights sleep I left the hotel Suk somboon, Songkhla at about 7.30 and decided not to backtrack to go over the bridge to Ko Yo, instead I went north to take the small ferry as a short cut.

On the ferry from Songkhla

Beware - Gloucester cattle!

Here I met a Thai biker who had done 50k before I'd got up. He was on his way home so he rode with me the 8k back to his home before saying goodbye as I headed on up the 408 and after the shell garage there were many signs warning cows about.
One that lost...



       
Noodle stall on 408
Are you from Texas, boy?




Off again and passed up through Sathingpra district, a semi rural area with people keeping cattle by their houses and cockerels in woven baskets for  the sport of fighting. Stopping off for a drink a bloke was proud to get his            cock out and show it to me.




Look at my cock!

I stopped off at this Wat for a snooze when it got too hot. In the shade of the grounds....nice and peaceful here.
                                                                                       

Just one girl in the gym!
The main road was getting hot so I decided to hang a right and head about 2km to the beach for a dip in the sea. The  main road runs parallel all the way up the coast here.


I stopped off at the municipal gym!


     

 
Nice Thai place for 450 baht
Refreshed I kept on the back roads for a while along the coast past untidy fishing dwellers before joining back up with the main 408 and then stumbled across a nice place to stay for 450 dobbers. 74km done today.


Previous blog post title inspired by...Less Than Jake : HARD - 3 points
Sorta train related and with the line "I'm the lucky one, I'm getting out of here" will wake u up if you ever did manage to get some sleep.








Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Sun comes up, it’s Tuesday morning…

-
Image
There is a great sense of community here and entrepreneurial excellence as, for example, our evening meal meat was purchased direct from the butcher and then cooked on the grill next door and the drinks, bread, harissa soup, salad, tagine etc to accompany came to our table on the street from a small restaurant across the road…3 separate bills but all for next to nowt. As we sat with our morning brew watching the sun rise up warming the bay, the local fishermen set off through the waves for their daily catch. Yesterday had been great fun as after our surfing attempt, we opted for ‘Boogie-boards’ for the afternoon and had more success riding the breaking waves into the shore. Great fun, but when you get it wrong the power of the waves fold you like paper and cartwheel you along in a white blur…Now, the older bones and muscles are feeling the battering today so we are off to the souk! We piled on the local morning bus heading for El Had in Agadir, promising 6000 shops within the walled 13...
Read more

Across the water…

-
Image
After breakfast it was time to head off. We have decided to head 30km up the coast to have a look at Cherating.  During the previous monsoon months it’s a lively surfing area but as it’s summer and hot now there will be no surf and it has a more tranquil and chilled vibe. We have booked a small chalet a few yards from the beach, Casa Lena, to unwind and hang out like a couple of old surf dudes ready to undertake some serious beach-front slacking. Across the water is the other side of Malaysia, Sabah & Sarawak and when the tide turned and came in towards us, the warm south China sea was lovely. We used Booking.com for this one instead of sourcing it ourselves but it wasn’t like the photos portrayed, but it will have to do just for one night. Malaysian folk are quiet souls and all seem relaxed and gentle so this place was perfect for us…. That is until…. …the Hells Angel’s hit town! A load of Malaysian lads having a meet up to show off their ….Honda 90’s?.. A perfect ch...
Read more

Marrakesh Express…

-
Image
  Pinch, punch it’s the start of the month…and the start of another blog! As the barrier lifts up it’s pitch black, wild and windy and the winter rain feels a few degrees above zero as we make our way into the long stay car park at Edinburgh airport to catch the early morning’Marrakesh Express’ flight out to the Kingdom of Morocco. We have between us 3 pairs of shorts, a speaker, sunglasses and a large lump of Mr Zogs Sex Wax…what more do u need for a winter break at a surf camp? This time, we are off to the Moroccan sunshine, spiritual home of the camel and the tagine…that would make a great name for a pub “Il meet you for a pint in the Camel & Tagine”…I digress… A week in the waves should be a tonic…so once Iv been swabbed for explosives by a stern Border Control operative we head for the Duty Free to purchase gin to go with it! Winding past the plethora of perfumeries and scarf-mongers we head for the gate, stopping to frown in despair at society as the baseball capped, shel...
Read more