On Sunday my neighbor and I rode our bikes to Nong Khai, Thailand. He does it every weekend, and told me it only takes about an hour. An hour and a half after leaving my house, we finally got to the Friendship Bridge. After crossing the Mekong and going through customs, we were finally in Thailand, but still had a ways to go to get into the town.
We rode around downtown Nong Khai for a while, stopped and got some food, and tried to find a swimming pool, but failed. Then we went spent the rest of the day in the air conditioning at the mall. After eating a delicious meal of american-style pizza, we got on our bikes and started to head home. Just as I got to the middle of the bridge, it started pouring rain. We waited out the rain on the Lao side of the bridge for about a half hour, and then it let up, and we continued on our way. A few kilometers from home, it started pouring again, so we stopped under the nearest tree, and there happened to be a wild party happening at the bar across the street. We ducked inside, and ordered a Beerlao, and I was suddenly mobbed by drunk bar-girls. They caressed my hands, and arms, and one of them even kissed me on the top of my head. They kept insisting I join them for dancing, but I was so exhausted I couldn’t do it. They served us a round “Lao style”, meaning somebody pours a glass half full of beer, and then you have to drink it in one go. One of the girls noticed I had a box of donuts on my bike, and kept asking for one, even after I told her they were for my colleagues at work. “Just one!!” “I want a donut!!” “Please give me one!!”… it went on like this for a while, and then alternately the girls pulling my arms so hard it actually hurt, saying “dance!! dance!! dance!!!!”.
We made our escape as soon as the rain stopped.
A few kilometers later, we finally arrived back at home, wet and tired. My neighbor’s odometer indicated we ha gone a distance of 61 kms. Thats the most I have ever biked in a 12 hour period. I also got a really bad sunburn.