Well after a complete rest day yesterday I hit out this morning at 7 to try get ahead of the heat, as it was already 24 at that time. Today was, quite simply, delightful. Yep, one hill got the better of me (anything over 15% and I’m out) but other than that stinker, it was undulating hills through glorious forest bursting with life. The sound was intense. And the road was a cyclist delight 😊. After the pain of Friday, this was simply delicious! There were road side stalls everywhere, so I was never far from food and water, which really mentally helped me to relax and soak up the scenery. Stopped for lunch at this road side /street food cafe – whilst I asked for noodles, (well, I thought I did!) I was treated to noodles, plus chicken, plus beef, plus veggies, and ice cold water 😊 and a strawberry flavoured shake! All for about $3! I had to manage early niggles of cramp for the last 40 or so kilometres, but thankfully the residual cramp pain from Friday stayed away! I’d booked a hotel which paraded itself as ‘deluxe’ but when I got there, well, ‘dilapidated’ would fit better. Plus no wifi, no where near any food outlet, and the room charge didn’t include blankets or pillows – they were extra 🤣🤣. Found a motel about 6k further on!!

Today restored my enjoyment in cycle touring as a way to see, up close and personal, a country. I was shattered on Friday, physically, mentally and emotionally, but I am slowly learning to hold the perspective that that one day should not and does not get to determine this trip, or me. It was what it was. Move on. Learn from it, but don’t let it dictate how I feel or think about this journey. I can be real good at catastrophising…’that was shite, therefore…..’. There’s an art to letting go, one I haven’t mastered yet!

Tomorrow I’m going to try getting through the border to Thailand 😊. The rules about border crossing change almost by the hour so I’m anticipating that I’ve forgotten something or somethings not in order. If so….I’ll book in to a room close to the border and sort things out, and try again!!

Thanks for reading. Happy Sunday 😊

I awoke after a great nights sleep and nonchalantly set off with the understanding that as I was at the highest point I’d be grabbing a ton of Ks in freewheel. Well…,I’m sure you can guess what happened next. After climbing (yep!) out of the town and up a 2.5k beast of a hill things looked good – downhill at silly speeds. And then it all went to sh1t. At this stage I must own up to a really stupid error. A rookie error at that. Not checking the profile! I could not have been more wrong about descending to Gua. It was hideous – the road, the scenery was dull and industrial, but most brutal of all – that after say a couple of Ks of descending you’d be greeted, over and over and over again, with a monster climb of about a K at around 10%. There were no food stalls or options to take a break. It was unrelenting. I got to kilometre 81 and wrestled my way up 37 such climbs (I counted them, combining to an elevation gain of 2,325m!) I had to wave a white flag. Out of water and food, exhausted from the heat and climbing, and cramping in places I didn’t know I had (when I was cramping on the downhill I knew it was time!). After about an hour a lovely guy called Cody pulled up in a ute and took me to Gua Musang, where I am now. As it turns out most of what was left was downhill but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going any further on the bike today. From the thrill and sense of achievement yesterday to the Hell of the South today.

I later found this post on line:

‘The last but not least is the monster route to Gua. The profile is like a saw tooth and a lot of the gradients are an unrelenting 10-12%. It is considered the toughest route in Malaysia. It is extreme’

Whilst this relates to going the other way, it none the less aptly describes the horror of the terrain.

I’m struggling to stay motivated after today – it’s been a humbling experience, one which has taken its toll mentally and physically. Hopefully after a nights sleep and a rest day tomorrow I’ll be ready to go again. I’m pretty close to the Thai border 😊😊. But amidst the hideousness of the day I knew when I call it quits and gratefully accepted help. Not something that comes easy to me. I’ll look back on today I’m sure, when the hurt stops, as another lesson on this journey. A lesson I’d rather have had in another way but hey, we don’t get to choose when and how life throws us a lesson 😊

Up up and far away!

Yesterday was in cycling parlance a ‘transition’ day, getting me to the base of the Cameron Highlands climb. I stayed at Tapah last night after an 86k ride.
It’s funny how all towns at the base of big climbs have that same look and feel – the mountain looming large in the background, loads of hotels and an eerie foreboding! I awoke to a very pleasant morning temp of early 20s, had my Malay breakfast and with a look to the gods (no idea why!) I set off, thinking I had about a 10k run in to the base of the climb. Got that wrong. With 2k of the hotel I was climbing. And I climbed all day bar a few descents in to towns/villages. I drank my body weight in water but thankfully as I ascended the temp dropped so it was manageable. As those who know me I have a preference for riding on the flat – put another way, I f@&king hate climbing! So this really was a mental and physical test. On a few occasions I had to go to my granny gear – 40-46 (I’m riding a ‘one by’. And I needed it! But overall it was a very exciting and moving ride….I found my rhythm and just accepted that it would be slow going – around 8-10 kph (dropping to 6kph on the stingers). The final hill was in the town I’m staying which is at the very top – a nasty 15% slog!! But I achieved my goal. I was patient and focussed. Amazing what you can do when you slow down! Had a great beef curry in Ringlet, about 40k in. I say ‘beef’….it could have been the balls of a unicorn, I couldn’t tell such was the overpowering flavouring!

So….I’ve never cycled so many Ks uphill in one sitting, so it’s been quite a wonderful day. And plenty of time to twiddle the pedals and think of life. And by the way…,the scenery was simply magnificent. Riding so slowly meant I could really take it all in but I tried not to stop too often as it was a bugger to get the cadence back up after restarting!!

Going north….still!

Well, on Monday I got me outta Dodge (the airport) and grabbed a ride to Kapar, heading North. I give the ‘Grand Hotel’ 10/10 for photoshopping their website for the place – like putting lipstick on a pig, as the saying goes. Let’s just say it was a ‘immersive cultural experience’ and leave it at that! I cycled around a bit to get a feel for how things worked. Does ‘interesting’ cover it? Or ‘WTF’…yep, that feels more on the money 🤣. The only saving grace is that they (in theory) drive on the same side as Aus so that was gratefully one less headache to deal with. I wandered around the chaotic streets looking for something ‘western’ to eat then said ‘bugger it – when in Malaysia….’ So I found a street food place and had a delicious rice dish. Wasn’t sure why he bought me a hot Milo though – nothing says a piping hot drink than a 30 degree evening with 78% humidity! I got to speak to my Niamh – so so good to see her so bubbly and loving her school holidays 😘.

Today I set off with admittedly some trepidation. It was already stifling hot at 8 and threatening rain. I had swapped the red dirt and blue skies for grey skies and palm trees. Well, it did rain. Rain drops the likes of which I’ve never seen. Humongous drops. But it really was delightful. I got off the main road around half way through the ride and headed to the coast where I found a wonderful dirt track and then loads of backroads that took me most of the way to Sabak, where I stopped as cramps were setting in 😢. I clocked 99k.

So what did I learn:

1. 1. red is only a darker shade of green (when it applies to traffic lights
   2. understand that just because I’m on the left side of the road doesn’t mean motorcyclists can’t come towards you going the wrong way!
   3. Stay alert….watch for massive monitor lizards scooting across the road in front of you (scared the sh1t out of me)
   4. Despite all the contention that Malays can’t drive, that’s just not true. I was stunned by the way lorries and cars gave me so much space, and even waited if they couldn’t pass. Some Adelaide drivers could take a lesson from these drivers and
   5. I didn’t drink nearly enough!

Once I was able to relax on the road I was also able to take stock of a few things – so the reflective and healing nature of this bike ride has continued 😊. I’m learning so much about myself, my limits, my inner voices, and where (and why) I place my focus and energy. Jo Dispenza talks about ‘Neurons that fire together, wire together’ -explaining why old patterns, behaviours and triggers are so bolted on to us and stubborn to break.

I love this quote:
‘So your thoughts drive your feelings, and your feelings drive your thoughts, and eventually this loop hardwires your brain into the same patterns, which conditions your body into the past. And because emotions are a record of past experiences, if you can’t think greater than how you feel, this thinking-feeling loop keeps you anchored to your past and creates a constant state of being. This is how the body becomes the mind—or in time, how your thoughts run you and your feelings own you’

Thanks for reading everyone and sharing this journey with me.

I saw this sign (photo below) in the KL airport hotel and thought it was somewhat prophetic.

Last Wednesday (seems a lifetime ago) I managed to get the Bombtrack packed up and loaded on a flight to KL via Singapore. Had some fun and games in Singapore but bureaucracy workarounds worked and I got to KL at stupid o’clock Thursday morning. As some of you know when I arrived in KL….my bike didn’t. What followed was 4 days of waiting to be contacted but alas….not a jot, zip, ziltch, nada! Gotta love airline companies that are all over you like a rash, but ghost away when you wish to speak to someone after the flight! A lesson in patience which by day four had evaporated. Lu managed to get to KL and we had some time together away from the airport by the coast, which was wonderful, until she erupted with a rash from the pool chlorine 😢. Anyways, by Sunday I’d had enough of being ignored so on arriving back at the airport to see Lu off, I huffed and puffed my way to someone high up in Malaysia Air and bingo…. Suddenly, that which was lost was found!

It has been yet another personal challenge which I’ve struggled with to maintain a positive outlook.

I have to believe that the stars aligned to make this situation happen for a reason (as yet I fathomable!) The alternative is to think that the universe is conspiring to take a huge dump on me at each and every turn – true, the evidence would certainly be overwhelming to support that hypothesis – if I start to believe that then i might as well give up, because nothing will ever go right, and I refuse to believe that to be the case. The trip up through Aus was challenging and tough and bewildering at times, but it was always eventually positive, things always worked out and it went roughly to plan…in so much as there was a plan! All of the trials and challenges were not about it going ‘wrong’, but about the realities of traveling on a bike through vast spaces. I embraced them and, whilst not always appreciating them, at the time, they will be things to talk about, laugh about and reflect on for years to come. What happened here these past few days was a challenge because it was not of my making and I had absolutely no control over how to resolve it – Bush mechanics won’t work on the challenge of a lost bike!

So onward. One week at a time given the situation with family. But to be back on the road again will be simply healing in itself!
Given the sparse wifi network here (I’m staying with my Australian phone number and jumping in to wifi when I can), I will be sporadic in my updates.

In to the heat and humidity of Malaysia for a week to see how things go 😊