Day 80, 68km: by Chris

Amy passed me all our equipment piece by piece down a steep earthen bank we'd climbed to get to our campsite then we cycled up through the morning mist into the sunshine, looking down on cloud filled valleys

. We passed bushes bright with yellow flowers and long lines of local women selling vegetables from bamboo huts. Amy was suffering from lack of caffeine but a Pepsi at the top of the hill rejuvenated her. An unexpected big climb and an extra 3km more than the roadside markers had promised us meant we only just got to our planned town before nightfall. With the help of a friendly Australian who was exploring Asia on a moped we found a guesthouse that was happy for me to put our bikes in the room (after some firm negotiation).