Under the Sun and Over the Moon

My bicycle seems to be getting tired.
It wasn’t long after my last update when she decided to quit. Again.me I’d only just come down from renewing my visa at the Burmese border, where I ran into a couple of seemingly very nice people who invited me to come and stay with them on Ko Phangan, when she did not want to change gear anymore.Beware
I went to the nearest village where a bunch of very helpful but slightly clueless young men disassembled my gear lever and left me with the thing in little pieces since no one seemed to have paid any attention of how to put the tiny little bits back together.I DO take care of her

Luckily a friendly policemen (in his tight uniform) told me it be ok to pitch my tent at the police station. He then took me out for a bite to eat and showed me the village.
Next day after cycling about 10km single speed, or actually, pushing up the hills and riding down, it seemed a good idea to jump on a bus the last 70km to Surat Thani from where I could catch a ferry to Ko Phangan and figure out what to do with my bike.pretty girl with not so pretty teeth

I didn’t realise I had to get another bus to the ferry port out of town, so after purchasing a ticket (5 times the price it just cost me to get there) the bus driver insisted I paid another half of that just for my bicycle. I told him to sod off and locked my bike in the bus. He nearly burst so angry he got… And I always thought Thai people don’t scream and shout. Well he did, and he also called the police. So they came and stood around and looked pretty, as Thai policemen often do.police station- camping
I couldn’t be bothered with the trouble so exchanged my ticket and got a coffee.coffee

It was then I ran into Des, an English teacher who told me where to get the best massage in ST and invited me to his girlfriends birthday party that same evening. Suddenly I was having dinner with 12 new friends from all over the world while my bicycle stood safely in Des’ kitchen… for the next two weeks.Phuket... or Surat Thani...

Don was still in Bangkok trying to sort out his motorbike. He was supposed to come down and see me, but the Bullet seemed to give him more trouble then expected, he could find me a new gear switch lever and bring it down as soon as the bike allowed him to.Ko Panghan Sunset

So I arrived on the Island of Ko Phangan, famous for it’s full moon parties, a week before the next full moon. I had taken a night ferry, which conveniently had departed right next to the bar where the birthday party was at. I arrived at 5 am, rented myself a motorbike and drove around looking for the ‘golden rock resort’. It’s a great little hide away run by ‘papa and mama’ at the quiet side of the island where I made my home for the next two weeks. I got a bungalow right near the beach where at night you could go swim and the luminescence would sparkle up all around you, during the day I could hang around in my hammock and read books. Just like a holiday. There are worse places to wait around for bicycle parts,my home on Ko Phangan

You quickly get used to not using days or dates on this island, instead it’s half moon, full moon, black moon, Shiva moon, etc, and each of these comes with a party….

I met up with the guys from the Burmese border. Crystal, a magician-assistant from Texas and completely mad (in a good way), and Sophie, a young but very smart and sensible girl from Germany, became my new best friend for two weeks.Crystal, Sophie & me in the Jacuzzi
Together we tried climbing mountains (but got lost in the jungle), went snorkelling (where I finally got to use my snorkel and mask!), under watercooked meals together, drank wine in a Jacuzzi and danced at the biggest beach party in the world. For which we got each other, and a bunch of other people, all painted up…the crowd before the full moon party

It was a wonderful time even though the ‘music’ isn’t of the kind I usually like and I was real happy when Don finally arrived who shares my taste. I like motorbikes, beer and music with guitars and lyrics. Instead of DUFDUFDUF-noise, hanging on a beach and drugs…(although it IS funny and Crystal and Sophie are REALLY my BEST friends in the world EVER (…)round the island by bullet

I spend another few days on the island, driving Don’s motorbike around and eating proper English pub-food at a proper English pub before heading back to the ‘real world’ where my bicycle was patiently waiting for me in Des’ kitchen.sunset

It surprised Don how little I actually know about fixing my bike… I’m sure I can figure things out myself, but why should I if someone else can do it better 😉
So he fixed the gears and kept me company for another two weeks in which I found out what it is like to have a Don-on-Bullet-support-team…Don-Bullet-Support-Team

I would leave after breakfast and he’d catch up somewhere around lunchtime. Then he’d move on looking for a place to stay which sometimes were very questionable places indeed… Like the time he found a pink hotel in the middle of nowhere with no windows, and curtains in front of the parking space where you can pay by the hour as well…the pink hotel
In the evenings I would usually drive us somewhere to find a place to eat. Because I can’t help but love riding a Bullet around. When I grow up I’m gonna get myself one. Where ever I might be. (Mine is actually still in Nepal, but it’s Mick’s now…)Don

We kept up the holiday feeling by taking regular breaks and side-trips. We went to Railay beach, a stunning little isthmus accessible by boat only. It’s famous for rock climbing so I had a go at that (purely accidentally though) when I tried to reach a lagoon hidden away in the lime cliff rocks, I nearly made it there but the rock face was just a little to steep and slippery for me. I did come down the mountain sufficiently dirty resembling a proper rock-climbing chick…on the ferry
We tried walking around the tip of the land but big cliffs stopped us, trying to get back inland didn’t work because it would involve some serious climbing, we tried a little and ‘discovered’ a beautiful fairytale-like jungle space, resembling a room with high walls of limestone all around. Magic.
It’s also the place I lost my 3rd pair of sunglasses this trip…Railey Beach
We had to hurry walking back along the rocks because the tide came back in fast.
We strung our hammocks between the only two good trees on a beach surrounded by cliffs and overlooking some peculiar shaped islands, making a hammock-bunk-bed.a hammock-bunk-bed
Waking up and jumping in the warm waters of the Andaman Sea is not a bad start of a day…good morning

On the road again we stopped at a hot-waterfall where the spring water came down and formed pools where you could bath in the sun.hot waterfall

Another time we were riding around when the road suddenly stopped. A bridge was being built (or destroyed I couldn’t really tell) so we had to take the long way around;the end of the road as we know it... I have discovered that the cycling is a whole lot easier when I hold on to Don’s motorbike 😉

We got to a ferry-port where a ferry was just about to leave. Naturally we jumped on it and asked where it would take us.
Ko Muk.peculiar island
Another pretty little island with nice beaches and a cave. We were told the sea is too rough now to go there but we tried anyway. In a kayak we peddled through the waves, almost looking like we knew what we’re doing, and managed to find the entrance. It seemed scary small but a wave took us into the 80-meter pitch-black limestone tunnel where you could only hear the water crashing in around you but see nothing… until we arrived at a sea-lagoon, a tiny little concealed beach, a few trees and cliffs.a little beach
We took a wrong turn on the way back in the dark and flipped over which would be scary anyway but when you see nothing… We survived. Had a beer. And continued the journey.Don & his fanclub

Don was not going to Malaysia. So at the border I said goodbye to him and Thailand, where I’ve spend 3 months by now!I thought that a funny name.. And crossed into Malaysia. I wasn’t half a km from the border when I got a puncture, so I fixed it, cycled up a mountain and was surprised by the tremendous views.view of Malaysia

When I stopped to get some water I got rushed into a chair and given all sorts of sweets and lemonade. Wow, people are friendly here as well!
I pitched my tent in a garden (after being invited of course) and joined the neighbours for dinner. The man who lived here spent 9 months in the Netherlands in 1974… It was also the first time in a long while that I got asked those questions again; “How old is your father?…. what does he do?…” Ah yes. I’m in a Muslim country again.
There are covered-up girls, many mosques and annoying boys (but they are everywhere…)little muslima

It’s been mainly flat and mainly sunny, even though I’m still in the rainy season I only got soaking wet twice so far.

A few days ago I arrived at Penang.
Here Lizzie lives.
She’s Mick’s friend (motorcycle-guy I travelled in India and Nepal with) and a teacher at an international school, I’ve been invited to come and talk to 300 kids age 7 to 11. That would have been exciting, if someone would’ve come to my school and told me there’s no need to go to uni. You can also just cycle around the world, it would’ve saved me a few years. And a whole lot of hassle…coffee
I’m staying at her place, which is again wonderfully luxurious. Washing machine, soft bed, my own bathroom, computer and big pool outside.

I’ve run into Crystal again, and Jay, who I’ve met in Varanasi a long long time ago.
And got myself my 4th pair of sunglasses (authentic fake Prada’s 🙂 )
And I’m going to see about an Indonesian visa.
That will be my last country before I reach Australia.

-x-

 

 

14 thoughts on “Under the Sun and Over the Moon

  1. HALLO MIRJAM,IK DENK DAT JE OGEN TEKORT KOMT OM ALLES GOED IN JE OP TE NEMEN, WANT JE DOET, ZIET EN BELEEF ZOVEEL.SOMMIGE LANDEN EN PLAATSEN ZIJN VOOR MIJ BEKEND,THAILAND,MALEISIE EN VOORAL WAAR JE NU BENT AANGEKOMEN: PINANG, BEN IK 2 JAAR GELEDEN GEWEEST VOOR 1 WEEK EN DAARNA NOG 1 WEEK OP EEN DROOMEILAND, SCHITTERENDE NATUUR, FIJNE MENSEN EN HET HEERLIJKE ETEN OP DE MARKTJES, VERGEET JE NOOIT MEER.IK HOOP Z.S.M.WEER EENS NAAR BRISBANE TE GAAN EN VAN AUSTRALIE TE GENIETEN.ZO WEER GENOEG INFORMATIE VAN JE GEKREGEN, GENIET EN EEN GOEDE REIS, GEZONDHEID EN DAN OP WEG NAAR DOWN UNDER.RIET S.
    P.S.HET 60-JARIG TROUWFEEST WAS EEN SUCCES.

  2. Jan Cees & Inge
    9 oktober 2008
    Hoi Mirjam,

    Geweldige verhalen en zoals altijd weer fantastische foto’s! Leuk om de plekken waar je het in je mailtjes over had nu ook te zien. Lijkt me geweldig om daarginds te cruisen op de Bullet.. En wat feesten betreft is het wel helemáál ‘the place to be’. Hoe is dat trouwens in Maleisië? We horen het wel. Succes met het fietsen (probeer hem nou toch eens héél te houden.. 🙂 ) en geniet ervan!
    Kus,

    papa & mama

  3. lieve Mirjam,Van je vader hoorde ik net dat jij onze foto erop had gezet,Ik wist niet wat ik zag,maar toch fijn voor jou dat je ook alle fotos heb gekregen en wat een verrassing was het om op ons feest jou te zien en te horen zo was je er ook een beetje bij,de techniek staat voor niets.Het is geweldig mooi geweest.maar als ik al de kleindochters bij elkaar zag miste ik wel die ene heel ver weg.Maar we zijn blij dat je het zo naar je zin hebt en zo geweldig naar je zin hebt.We wensen je verder een goede reis en een dikke knuffel van ons beiden,oma

  4. Crikey, it’s starting to look like some proper kind of holiday now Mirjam – check out that tan! So after long way round is it gonna be long way down? Or perhaps other planets beckon… Love xxxx

  5. Hoi Mirjam! Wat een schitterende foto’s en wat een prachtig verslag van alles wat je meemaakt. En leuk dat je toch nog eens voor klas staat, toch? Hartelijke groeten uit Andijk

  6. He Mir,
    Telkens als ik je berichten lees, krijg ik het gevoel dat je echt reist. Je neemt het zoals het komt en vind daar voor jezelf de best mogelijke weg in. Mooi hoor!
    Geniet en blijf genieten!!
    Groet, Rena

  7. Wow, some trip – what a blast, you lucky girl.You deserve some luxury and respite after all that hard partying. Makes the Diwali celebrations in Leicester look quite tame! Still, somebody has to do it! Have some rambutans, mangosteens and lycees for me.

  8. Hi girl, way to go! I enjoyed so much reading your blog. It’s an experience noone can achieve. Keep cycling and take care.
    Love always..

  9. hola Mirjam… 🙂 Glad to read you´re happily traveling on! What a pity I´ve left NZ now and can’t hop over to Oz to meet you again. From January I´ll be exploring the American continent, starting in Argentina (no time limit), maybe see you over there some time?! 🙂
    Enjoy your journey….
    Herdis

  10. Hoi Mirjam,

    Vlak voordat ik vanochtend naar m’n werk ging nog even op Facebook gekeken, en daar las ik dat je aan de champagne zat op de 70e verdieping… Lijkt me niet verkeerd. Vanmiddag nog even gekeken en de nieuwe foto’s bekeken, leuk hoor!
    We houden deze site ook in de gaten… 🙂

    Geniet er van, en een dikke kus,

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