Stung Treng

140km, the long day, I'm a bit apprehensive I must admit, yesterday I arrived a bit tired and wet from a last minute thunder storm. Yesterday's dinner might have had MSG in it, I laid awake most of the night, but the show must go on.

I set a mellow pace and get into the groove nicely. I miss some very cute picture opportunities of the young kids in assorted vehicles being brought to school before 7am.

A branch across the road means there is work being done, no other notice necessary, unlike in America where the first notice is about 2 miles prior and by the time you get there you already forgot that there is work ahead. We really don't get a whole lot of credit for intelligence.

Stung Treng lies on the Mekong the same river where the silk island was, which brought back nice memories.

The hotel hosts six other bicycle travelers with whom I exchange some information, and as a result my trip changes again. The French couple travels with their little children, towing them behind their bicycles and still making 30 km a day with a total of 120 kilos of luggage!

Dinner on the Mekong, work colleagues sit next to my table, she is Dutch and she works in water supply for animals and their rehabilitation, he is from Germany and visiting because he's responsible for funding the efforts.Read more