Day 123, 5km. By Chris:

As we chugged out if the mouth of the river and into the open sea at approximately midnight the boat started rocking quite considerably. From this point on I slept very little because all our bicycles had been propped up beneath a thinly stacked 7 foot high pile of bricks. I was convinced these were going to topple over and come crashing down onto our faithful steeds while we were all rolling around in the giant dorm room at the back of the boat. Miraculously this did not happen and we arrived on Ko-Tao island with everything intact.

The boat arrives and is swiftly unloaded

 Amy and I waited until 9 for the shops to open so we could buy some snorkels then we cycled to the quiet side of the island to rent a small bungalow. Those 5km were far and away the steepest, hardest climbs we have encountered in 7000km and once we got to our hut we felt like we'd cycled a 90km day.

Amy struggling to slow down on the ridiculously steep roads (the picture is an injustice to the gradient)

 Here we rested lazily and I shaved off the irritating beard that I have accumulated over the last few months as an alternative to expensive suncream.

The transformation from rugged adventurer to gormless British tourist is complete.

 We only left the comforts of our room for a brief foray into the water to snorkel over a small nearby reef in the late afternoon.