Day 111, 162km. By Amy:

 

Dawn at the campsite

I awoke to the sound of gibbons singing in the canopy and barking deer grazing close by, looking longingly at the tent (now sealed) with its reclaimed food bag. 

Exiting the national park meant a fantastic 20km morning descent through different levels of habitat seeing lots of bird life and macaques (but still no elephants or tigers - Chris even got up pre dawn to cycle 15km and sit by an elephant salt lick but was unrewarded).

The afternoon was spent crossing the hot, pancake flat, shade-less rice paddies of the central plain.

 

Rice paddies being ploughed by a tractor-on-a-stick

 

 Chris massively underestimated the distance to Ayuthya (our destination town) which turned out to be 160km instead of the stated 100km. This meant the last 40km was a terrifying gauntlet along a busy main road in the dark. Every time we stopped at traffic lights or for a drink the mozzies came out en-force to feast on our sweaty legs.