Faster than the setting sun...

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A long day on the bike riding from after breakfast at Chumphon all the way up to Ban Saphan a good 100km and to be honest pretty uneventful. Met a few other bikers along the way, an american with a Brit and a couple from New Zealand. All heading the same way. As there is not much to report i will talk about my bike today as it does a good job for me.
My bike is more popular than myself....with Thai men I might add so I'm ok with that. They love to come over and have a look, touching the rear suspension and marvelling at the fox forks and disc brakes. I have to admit, she is a bit bang tidy...there, I've given her a gender in respect of all the male attention on Valentines day too.
The model (see what I did there?) is a trek fuel ex 9 in Virgin white. Essentially a full suspension mountain bike and a few years old now but in great shape, strong and reliable, that's why I like to fly her in as my luggage. Not the quintessential tourer but as I don't put massive amounts of miles in she handles all the back road potholes and allows me a bit of off road freedom. On the road all the suspension can lock out but it's there again for any dodgy downhills, and with carrying a bit more weight with the seat post fixed rear pannier setup it's very comfortable.
It's the second time my bike has been in Asia, last year being ridden from Chiangmai up into Laos and down the country and out through the capital Vientiane and over the friendship bridge at Nong Khai back into Thailand.
For the last few days she has been resting now she is going like a dream....apart from one puncture today...I might be ahead of schedule if I had one, maybe I'm going too fast...?







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