Rain Throws us off the Scent
Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
360Trip End Aug 21, 2011
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Things started well enough. The pool 'LifeSaver' who Tommy and I had made buddies with the night before was delighted that he had a new bike. The handing over ceremony took place at the main entrance surrounded by Bentleys and Jags. Pols and I then prepared for the long day ahead with a Starbucks. The city was very different to the day before. Saturday morning meant that the streets were very quiet and the park had only a few joggers doing their loops. We saddled up and immediately the heavens opened. Malaysian downpours are ferocious and this one, unusually early in the day, really threw us off course
We (I) messed up getting out of KL. The map on the iTouch was waterlogged and I took a gamble at a major junction. The road we joined meant that the rest of the day was about cycling into the unknown. As the rains eased we thought we were getting back on track. We sneaked our way past another toll gate to get onto a major expressway and used the hard shoulder to make up some ground. But every junction seemed to be taking us sideways when we desperately wanted to be heading south to Singapore. We passed a futuristic city in the building. Cyberjuru was perfectly named for a place with some incredible buildings. We then found our way to Sepang, home of the Malaysian Grand Prix circuit.
As we made our way up a hill to look out over miles of plam oil plantations the moment we had been dreading hit us. Malaka, the city we had picked out for tonight’s stopover and by all accounts a very interesting place was sign posted 116 km away. Having already done 50 miles we knew that it was not on to attempt 70 more. How it had happened we do not know. When mapping this morning the KL to Malaka distance was only 92 miles, somehow through our exit from the capital we had turned that distance into 120.
Too much for one day, we sat down for a comforting curry. We decided that we would have to stop in the next town for the night and tackle the remaining 220 miles to Singapore over the next 2 days. The town was Port Dickson and the early signs were not good. The first hotel we checked was clearly renting rooms by the hour and the next one looked like Butlins on a bad day. We found a marginally better option and locked ourselves in for the night. The dash out for food added to the ridiculous situation of the day with a neon light buzzing so loud you could not hear yourself think and a swarm of insects which restricted the waiter’s efforts to an occasional dash from the kitchen to the table.
Today has been a disaster, oh dear! Also on closer inspection, pretty sure the hotel we’re staying in is a brothel. Lovely. Roll on 120 miles and getting out of here.
Miles Cycled: 62 but unfortunately not towards Singapore