Bintuhan to Pasar Pino 111km
We've got no cash. No where will an ATM cough up..... We keep getting a "Please contact your bank". We want Pocare Sweat, but Indomaret and Alfamart have disappeared, and no one else stocks bigger than 500ml. We normally buy 2l bottles. We do have water, but it is very hot. A 300ml bottle of orange pulp helps, but hardly touches the sides. By 11am I've drunk over 2l of water, but it just pours out the pores. It feels as if the temperature has risen 10°C. As I ride, I'm contemplating the physics behind the surface tension, viscosity and slipperiness, of the sweat on my hands as they try to grip the handle bars. I'm loosing the plot. The traffic is getting busier, and as we enter a small, busy village, Grahams sandals bounce off his carrier, into the centre of the road. It's time for a break.
Hopefully, we can get some food with the $2.50 we scrounge out of the depths of our panniers. Yes Soto. Noodle soup, with an egg, and just enough over for two more orange pulps.
After an hour we feel like we can brave the traffic, the heat, and the hills.....crossing a bridge, which always follows a nice downhill, leads to a hill climb. We dread bridges. Luckily today there are not too many rivers, so only a few bridges, and much of the route is reasonably flat, but we are both craving Pocare, and Ice Cream.
And then we enter Manna. A big wide street. Hardly any traffic. A Bank. May as well try it. Yahoooo. Manna has a working ATM. And it has a larger than usual store that has Pocare, and Ice Cream. The owners thought I was a really loopy tourist. Who gets excited about water and ice cream? Hot, dehydrated, hallucinating long distance cyclists. That's who. Wow. Do we feel revived or what?
We had done 73km by then, and Graham is keen to smash a 100km.....okay. Adventure continues. Manna has lots of hotels. The road ahead......? At 95km we start looking. Yes 3km on the right. 3km later. Yes 5km on the left. 5km later, still nothing. A truckers restaurant down by the river. Fantastic. Free bed. Cheap food.
Graham is happy to brave the hard floorboards. He is buzzing over his first 100km plus day. And on the way, he still said Hi to every child, good looking lady, and old fella he saw, and took four hundred photos. Once again he is my hero.