Dull but efficient.
There are hardly any worse words with which to begin a post, I’d imagine. Sounds like a lecture on German public toilets, or something.
However, it’s the only way I can describe Thai Highway 41 (also known as Asian Highway 2). And it’s dominated the last few days. It’s a pretty flat, very smooth, unnecessarily wide and interminably long lump of tarmac that runs all the way up peninsular Thailand. It’s got me pretty much all the way across to the east coast.
But it’s crushingly boring. And it’s hot. And it just goes on, and on, and on. I’m calling it ‘The Slab’.
To start with, I stayed up too late on Sunday, and had an extra drink. Or two.
I should know better than to have too much beer on a school night (especially now that ‘school night’ implies that the next day will involve a vast amount of sweating).
But it was a momentous day, as I’m sure you’re all aware. Bristol City were playing Walsall in the FA Trophy final (now named after an otherwise obscure paint company) at Wembley Stadium. I spent ages trying to find a live stream. I ended up listening on internet radio. Not quite the same as being there. Still, City won 2-0, and will now forever be the first team to win the trophy three times. So you can hopefully understand why a small over-indulgence was called for.
An entirely predictable consequence was that I didn’t get enough sleep. But, given no obvious hangover (and more importantly, a tailwind), yesterday became a low effort, high-speed rush along The Slab for 90-odd kilometres. I even had enough time to grab a picture of the one interesting thing I saw; a huge, lonely Buddha waiting on a huge building site for a temple to be built around him:
The lack of sleep (and, just possibly, a touch of delayed dehydration) caught up with me this morning. I felt abysmally rough, and failed to get out of bed with anything approaching enthusiasm. It was baking outside already, so I did some emergency re-planning, and settled on a much shorter day to give myself a chance to recover.
I was, therefore, only about 60km down the road by three o’clock this afternoon, and nearly finished for the day. I saw a loaded touring cyclist, decked out in Thai flags on the other side of the road. He didn’t notice me, but I noticed a cafe behind him. I trundled over for a drink. And saw another loaded bike hiding in the shadows. It belonged to Colin.
And, get this… Colin is from the UK. From England. From the West Midlands. From Walsall. What are the chances?
Bristol and Walsall meet twice in three days. Once at Wembley Stadium in London, and once (with bikes) in a cafe in southern Thailand. And all because of that extra lager on Sunday. Isn’t that remarkable?
No? Well, it’s as remarkable as this post’s getting, anyway.
The only other vaguely remarkable thing to happen to me in the last few days is my discovery of the range of room quality that you get in Thailand for more-or-less the same price. A few days ago, my room had an improvised washing facility involving (spotlessly clean) dustbins. Yesterday, I was in a brand new motel unit. With (slightly alarmingly) mirrors on the ceiling:
Now, the sharp-eyed among you will have noticed that the title of this post implies that more than one celebration should have been featured. The second has nothing to do with me, at all (not sure that the first one had that much to do with me, either, come to think of it).
But it’s still well worth celebrating. My cousin Jess, and her husband Jay (though I’m guessing he’s getting less of the credit), have just had a baby girl! Congratulations and love to all three of you, and I’m looking forward to meeting Winnie when I get back home.
And that seems like a good place to leave it for now. My dependence on The Slab should lessen from tomorrow onwards, as smaller coast roads link the various seaside resorts and hotels along the shore. There might even be something interesting to write about next time.