Sumatra, May 2014
Actually, I don`t like policemen or soldiers or other persons of authority and, if possible, I try to stay away from them. I remember the encounter with the secret police in Iran or a situation in India, when a police officer tried to intimidate me and demanded money. And of course the events in Myanmar. My aversion is not directly against these people (there are also nice policemen) but against the function they fulfill in society or the state and what that does to them.
(Thanks to Andy for helping with the translation)
To be on the road with a bicycle is not always nice and it is not always easy. Actually, every day is exhausting. I always notice my muscles and I´m tired in the evening. Unless it’s only downhill with a tailwind and on a good road with no traffic, conditions which are extremely rare.
I like to show photos of secluded camp spots, spectacular landscapes, and I like to tell about great people I meet and the many good experiences.
But if you are like me and try to go every kilometer by bicycle, then taking routes that are not exactly enjoyable can`t be avoided. The Trans-Sumatra Highway is one of them.
Indonesia consists of almost 18.000 islands. Most of them are of course small and uninhabited but it´s still quite a big number. In a lifetime it is impossible to visit all of these islands. My plan is, however, to get to Sumatra first, one of the larger islands.
Here I present my findings from the roads in Malaysia. I guess my desire to collect comes from my father. He too keeps everything what could be useful some day and can´t let go easily of things. Fortunatly I don´t have a loft or cellar to store things, but only my bags. So the space to keep things is limited.
01. May 2014
A wooden path leads through a mangrove forest, at the end is a platform above the sea. A globe made of metal, the Malaysian flag and a sign saying “Congratulation! You are now standing at the southernmost tip of Mainland Asia!”
(Thanks to Andy for reviewing this translation)
Did I ever mention that I don`t like big cities? Nevertheless, I end up in them because some things you can do only in big cities. In Kuala Lumpur, called KL, I want to fix my laptop and my camera and get a visa for Indonesia.
Malaysia has a tourist-friendly visa policy. With a German passport you don´t need a visa but just get a stamp at the border. I´m allowed to stay for 90 days in the country. Free of charge. This is very pleasant for me, because the 4 weeks I got in most other countries in South East Asia are often too short for me.
December 2013 – February 2014
This time even 2 posts of beautiful and useful things (or only junk?) that I found on the road and couldn´t leave there. For example this beautiful sponge.
(Thanks to Reed for reviewing this translation)
From Inle Lake, Anselm and I take a bus to the south. I don´t like to load my bike onto a bus. Not only is the ride stressful, it is important to me that I cover as many kilometers by bike as possible. But my 28-day visa has expired and any overtime will cost 3 U.S. dollars per day. Because my destination is over 1000 km to the south, I need to take a bus to Moulmein. This city is near the Myawaddi border, where Anselm and I arrived 28 days earlier.
Time to say goodbye at the bus terminal in Moulmein
Bagan and Inle Lake
These two places are the tourist magnets of Myanmar and interesting for most of the touring cyclists, too. Bagan is an area with thousands of ancient temples and pagodas, the Inle Lake is an idyllic lake in the mountains of the Shan State. This time I don´t want to write as much as in previous articles, but rather show some nice photos.
Sunset in Bagan