reference Today’s distance: 225 kms
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Then it started getting cloudy and I felt like it might be time to finally use my rain trousers. I wear my rain jacket and a fleece, normally while riding, to protect against the wind. I stopped and shuffled through my backpack to get the trousers.
It started raining, as expected, and kept pouring for the next 80 kms. It got foggy as well.
Soon the gloves were wet, palms were aching and the ride was getting shitty. At one point I even slipped a little but didn’t fall since the speed wasn’t that high.
Took a stop in this shelter for 10-15 mins to grab a bite:
Someone had suggested on a Facebook group yesterday, to carry extra petrol since there are no gas stations in the entire stretch and then you could end up getting charged a much higher price by the local guys. Phoebe can only hold 4.5-5 litres and I got a 1.5 litre bottle extra with me.
At around the 200 km mark, the tank was empty and it was time to fill Phoebe up. I started with the ritual of taking my backpack of her and releasing the bunjee cords.
What I did next was the stupidest thing I could’ve done! While I was filling Phoebe, I kept my bike keys inside the back area of the bike where the tank is. And I shut the lid! Then when I was got the backpack on again, and looked for my keys I couldn’t find them. Since they were inside the back area!
Vivek, why do you have to make things more adventurous!
There was no way to start the bike without key and there was no way to get the key without having the key itself to open the back cover.
Just then I saw two other backpackers crossing on their bikes. We had been going to and fro the entire day ahead of each other. I waved at them to stop.
We tried using their key to try and open the area. Didn’t work. The other option was to break the back lid. Tried that for the next 5 mins or so with an aluminium handle the French guy was carrying. I then saw that the seat could be lifted around the corners a little and by using enough force and remembering where I had placed my key, I could sneak it out!
Woah! Ass saved!
I had even contemplated sleeping in the abandoned building in front of where this happened, to save the 14$ for acco at Khe Sanh.
I rode for a few kms and saw the guys again. I stopped to say hi again. They were Norwegian and French. We were 25kms from Khe Sanh and the sun had come out. Apparently this place hadn’t received much rain. I saw a motel up front and found it to be much cheaper than acco at Khe Sanh (7$ after bargaining). All 3 of us took rooms here.