(I Go) My own Way...

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Bang Saphan town was nothing special, it had a nice big Wat in the middle but by the time I got into town the market had finished and the town was closing down. The more rural places tend to do this as they don't stay up late. I also had an early night and made an 8am start on the road with good intentions of getting to Prachuap KIri Khan another 100km away. I had a stop for noodle soup, my standard breakfast, and was met by the New Zealand couple again riding up the same way.
           


By 11am I had done 40km and then at the end of a long bay on a rocky point I came across a place called 'Rocky Point Resort'. When you travel solo it's easy to make ad hoc decisions and go your own way. This is one of them. Time to splash out on a lazy lunch and a nice room to spend the rest of the day in luxury. By lunchtime I was sat in the sun by the infinity pool looking across the bay while my bike was being looked after by CCTV in pride of place in the reception. I like these resorts, they have everything you need and are usually in lovely places with pools, restaurant, free wifi etc...this one was excellent!

However I do have to report on the recent bad weather....it happened this morning on the way here, for nearly six minutes I felt drops of rain falling really hard and making the road really quite damp in places and I almost considered stopping at one point. Im no weatherman but i would say that it was officially 'spitting'. I'm sure that they will call for the environment minister to explain himself and advise people on not building houses in stupid places by the rivers so I really can sympathise with what the folks back home must be enduring....so, surfs up, I'm off to get wet again today!


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