Saturday, December 17th, 2016
The day starts out nice with a ride along the beach for a while, then the road turns inland for more palm plantations.
I stop for lunch at a roadside place. Not a word of English spoken here. A bit of pantomime and pointing and eventually I get grilled chicken and veggies with rice.
In the early afternoon the sky is looking grim. Just like that, it explodes with torrential downpours. I wait it out for a little while in one of the roadside bus stop shelters (along with a dozen scooter riders), but it doesn't look to be clearing soon so I just get back on the bike and slosh the final 10k to a nearby city that has a guesthouse. Nice place, cheap because it's in the middle of nowhere. I happy to trade the missed kilometers for a shower and an afternoon nap. The rain doesn't let up until early evening.
Dinner is a bit more of a challenge. I find a place that looks good, but no English here either and the woman doesn't want to play along. There isn't any already-prepared stuff to point at so we reach an impass. I resort to google translate to get my point across, ending up with a pad thai kind of thing with lots of vegetables. Quite good, I'm glad I stuck it out. My first instinct was to run when the woman was being difficult...