Puncture Count Piles Up
Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
360Trip End Aug 21, 2011
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Filthy Truckers Stop
We stocked up with some good looking pastries and fruit and set off through Zhaotong to rejoin the highwqy that would hopefully deliver us to Kunming. We soon had to stop, the cold overpowering us and forcing us to pull over to take respite from the wind chill.
We enjoyed the downhill until Polly wobbled with a flat tyre. Second puncture of the day was annoying but not the end of the world. We then came to a long tunnel. With no lights and a kilometre long, it was too risky to ride it. Instead we pushed along an ill constructed pavement. At one point I disappeared down a hole with the bike falling on top of me and crushing my leg against the curb. Things are never straight forward when cycling around the world!
Back on the bike after the tunnel we were delighted to find that Polly had puncture number 3 of the day. Out of spare tubes we had to repair the puncture using a ditch of water to locate the hole. Thankfully that was the last trial of the day and with only about 15 miles to go we had our first glimpse of blue sky over China. It really put everything in a new light. We could actually see the mountains that we have been cycling through for days. Settlements which looked miserable in the mist suddenly looked warm and happening
The town we had picked out as an overnight stop looked good from a distance. When we rode up to it there was less appeal. After asking around for hotels we ended up in a real dump. We will not be risking a shower tonight, I have seen better public toilets than the one attached to the pit we are staying in. The evening meal however was entertaining and very satisfying. We braved the evening cold to walk down the road and found a local place who were happy to help. Instead of showing us a menu we were taken out the back to a shed which passed as the kitchen. We pointed at a few vegetables and gave the thumbs up when she pulled a pigs leg off the shelf. Half an hour later we were sitting at a table with a gas cooker in the middle. A huge pan of boiling water with the pigs leg chopped into chunks was placed on the stove and we were given plates of potato, cabbage and spinach to cook ourselves. It proved to be a cracking meal although the red sauce they encouraged us to dip everything in blew our heads off. What we actually ate was boiled bacon, cabbage and potatoes. From Ireland to China in one easy step.
Now in bed wearing jeans, coats and woolly hats.
A BIG PRIZE TO ANYONE WHO CAN LOOK BACK AND SEE HOW MANY PUNCTURES WE HAVE HAD TO DATE.
A puncture filled 47 miles