You know it, I wanted to get up early, and got up earlier….
I lost some time, because I had to open and after leaving lock again the entrance of the hostel. The owner had given me the key of that door and I had to throw the key into the room after leaving.
On my way, I saw another sunrise,
many other temples,
countless rivers some with surprisingly steep bridges , one of those rivers again very beautiful
also the combination of floating temple, bridge and river flowing into the sea
some other dead animals, mostly snakes,
of course street signs (the mistyping on that sign is original)
and at noon, 2 cycling tourists coming from the other direction.
The first one was dressed all in black on a black bike with only very little luggage, seemingly a so-called bike-packer, that is one who reduces weight to the extreme. Or he was a local, making just a small tour?
I don’t know, he made no sign to stop, so did I, and we just waved hello.
The same situation with the second one. He was mostly in yellow, with a British flag at the bike and the general appearance of a perfectionist.
Maybe it was a matter of the heat that we didn’t stop for some minutes or the traffic situation or the feeling to be in a “flow” and not enough motivation to stop?
I just know that at that time of the day, the heat reduces my photo-stops and in general, I am in a special status. Normally, the last 20-40km are to be done and that mobilizes me, while, at the same time, I am exhausted, thirsty and feel the heat (and the saddle).
After 7 hours and 105km, I reached the 2,5-stars-hotel, a big building with a gate-keeper etc. It was the cheapest place around that I could find on those booking-platforms, because of some mysterious reductions.
I was allowed, or they wanted me to take my bike to the room, but I should carry it. Why not…
Later, I made my evening round, which meant to cross a big and busy street to come to the nearest restaurant to get my usual soup with rice. And after that I got my usual craving for sweet stuff after that.
I made a big round, seeing many some restaurants and 2 (kind of) night markets, but I ended up at a 7eleven store, buying pandan filled cakes and soy milk.
On the way back, I passed 4 trucks in the dark.
First, I just noticed a terrible smell, then I could identify it as animal smell mixed with rot smell and only after passing the third truck, I heard and realized that there were thousands of chicken vegetating in flat boxes. Only some moved their heads a bit, more was not possible, and a few made a sound.
Those nearer to the outside had maybe at least enough (hot, humid) air to breathe, but I cannot imagine how the would survive the night without food and water, after whatever terrible day the had had before.
If meat is so cheap that people don’t mind leaving their plates half full, then only, because of this total disrespect and brutality the animals are treated for that.