April 2014

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Downpour

13,357 km so far. This morning, I was on the brink of staying in Sihanoukville for one more day. The food we had last night was so delicious, and the sleep I had last night was so lousy, that I couldn’t quite bear the thought of leaving. I knew my legs would be heavy for […]

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Grateful Photo #120

Fresh young coconuts.  ♥

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Sihanoukville In Pictures

It is low season in Cambodia, and the beaches are almost deserted in Sihanoukville, even though it’s perfect beach weather. A few tourists were around, making the most of the otherwise empty beach. Hawkers, restauranteurs, guesthouse owners, and moto drivers were ready and waiting. Looks like they’ll have to wait a few more months for […]

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Back To Reality

13,260 km so far. It was an early boat back to Sihanoukville, and away from Koh Ta Kiev. We have places to cycle, budgets to stick to, and things to see, so we need to get back on the bikes. After all, they’re not going to pedal themselves to Bali. Wheels A Steal While Jane […]

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Grateful Photo #119

Low season.  ♥

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Island Rhythms

13,260 km so far. Even though being here on Koh Ta Kiev is far removed from our normal routine, it didn’t take long to develop a simple island rhythm of our own. Slow Dawn Our bungalow, The Crab Shack, is a stilt shack, raised about 5 feet off of the ground. It has 3 walls. […]

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Grateful Photo #118

Arm balances.  ♥

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Paradise Found

13,260 km so far. A decision has been made that affects you, dear reader. We have decided to spend two more days in paradise, which means another couple of days delay before we can upload blogs. Of course, by the time you read this, all of that will be moot. When we met the couple […]

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Grateful Photo #117

Clear blue water, perfect blue sky.  ♥

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A Short Poem About Jellyfish and Kittens

13,260 km so far. The day trickled past. There were naps taken, meals eaten, books read, and one nasty jellyfish sting suffered by Stephen. Shots were drunk five at a time. But not by us. Then to bed in an open-air bungalow, the weak sea breeze like an anaemic kitten, licking our salty skin.  ♥ [hr] […]

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