This section from Dinh Van to Di Linh is the twenty-second instalment of my bicycle ride from Yunnan to Cambodia – if all goes according to plan. Titled “Slap the Belgian!”, it is simultaneously published on Crazyguyonabike.com, where you’ll find a map with the itinerary and many other bicycle diaries by me and others. I hope you’ll enjoy.

 Tu’s been able to keep her meal down, but today Katya is feeling a little worse so we leave late. With breakfast and chat, it takes us until 11 am to be on the road. No biggie: we’re not looking at a very heavy or long day.

The Tutin's new hat - with air-con holes
The Tutin’s new hat – with air-con holes

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This section from Krong No to Dinh Van is the twenty-first instalment of my bicycle ride from Yunnan to Cambodia – if all goes according to plan. Titled “Slap the Belgian!”, it is simultaneously published on Crazyguyonabike.com, where you’ll find a map with the itinerary and many other bicycle diaries by me and others. I hope you’ll enjoy.

 I’d apparently been chuckling in my sleep all night so I’ve got a slightly moody bedpartner in the morning. We pack, pay and roll our caravan into the town market for a royal breakfast, consisting of mixed kinds of sticky rice topped with shredded pork and coconut, three baguettes and some fruity snacks. Tu feels hungry so she eats along with us.

Girl on the windowsill
Girl on the windowsill

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This section from Yang Reh to Krong No is the twentieth instalment of my bicycle ride from Yunnan to Cambodia – if all goes according to plan. Titled “Slap the Belgian!”, it is simultaneously published on Crazyguyonabike.com, where you’ll find a map with the itinerary and many other bicycle diaries by me and others. I hope you’ll enjoy.

 When we wake up there’s a knock on our door. Whether we speak English. Our brains are still snoozing so we have to ponder that question for a while. We realise it must be those other foreigners that are staying at the hotel. I’m excited at the prospect of meeting some other travellers. When we open the door, our poor brains have a little more to ponder.

In front of me is a man with skin burned to a crisp, a hat made of his own hair and all kinds of jewellery scattered over his beard and colourful clothes. Another no less colourful figure appears behind him. They’re Katya and Mirek and they’re on bikes on their way to Dalat. Hooray.

Katya, Mirek and Tu at Yang Reh
Katya, Mirek and Tu at Yang Reh

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