The Jungle Journey
I should note before this story that I am safe and ok. I have some burns on my leg but have antibiotics and providing the best treatment I can. Otherwise I am unharmed.
This post tells the story of July 8-10. Over the course of 3 days I:
slept in the jungle
went ~40 hours without food
travelled ~40 hours without a map or an internet connection
broke my bike and had it welded back together (3 times)
used a giant red teddy bear as a pillow in a strangers house
It was an eventful few days, here is the story:
July 8
I set off on a motorbike journey from Salavan to Phin in Laos. Google maps estimates the time this will take as 4 hours and 43 minutes. After a region called Mouang Toumlan I expect the road to get a bit rough. About halfway between Mouang Tomlan and Phin there is Tad Hai Bridge. It was bombed in the Vietnam war and still in disrepair so a ferry service carries vehicles across the river. Google maps lists it as a tourist atraction, a total of 4 people have left reviews.
I read two of the reviews of the bridge while planning my trip":
“You can cross the river with the boat (west side of the bridge) For those who Wonder how's the road 23 , Between Ban Muong and the bridge the road is very dusty/ sandy I was in bicycle and I had to push it many times ( it took me 6hours to do this one) Between phi and the bridge it is a normal dirt road not so hard...”
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This is what I expected each leg of the journey to take from reading these reviews and my general knowledge of the area:
“This Tad Hay Bridge was bombed by US Navy during Vietnam War. It's 37km from Phin District by using Route 23. There is a ferry to transport your vehicle through route 23 to Toumlane District. It's a dirt road (muddy if it's raining season), rocky, steep hill and sandy.”
So the road was rough. I expected it to take me a extra few hours and maybe the whole trip would be 7 hours.
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Editors note: while writing this post I found a third review that I did not read before choosing this route:
“From Phin to the bridge, the road is a dusty track in pretty good condition. On the other hand, the other part, hang on! If you don't have a reliable enduro motorcycle, I strongly advise against committing to it. Succession of sand, stones, rocks, holes and bumps, streams, etc.. it took us 8 hours to cover the 80 km that separate Phin from Mouang Toulam with Honda Win... 50k kip the crossing for the motorcycle and 2 people”
It is also worth noting that this review was written in dry season and we’re now in rainy season where the road conditions are significantly worse.
11:10
I set off and am prepared for a long day of driving. It’s a little later than I would have liked because sunset is at 7 so I’d like to be done driving by then. I get gas in Salavan but skip breakfast figuring I’ll find it on the road.
I’m a bit hungry, last night I accidentally ordered raw beef for dinner and I ate a good ¾ of the plate but it was not what you’d call a fulfilling meal. Still, I’m starting two hours later than I planed and I’ve got lots of driving to do so I’m anxious to begin making progress.
Last night’s dinner.
It actually tasted ok, if I ignored the texture and didn’t think about what I was eating.
This dipping paste was also included with my meal.
12:54
Beautiful roads so far. Through the countryside though, so there are none of the roadside food sellers that are ubiquitous in Asia.
1:24
The road becomes a dirt road plastered with mud and potholes. Cows and goats wander across at will. There is still a path that can be followed easily enough.
1:36
I tip my bike over in a pit of mud. The back wheel just got caught in a pothole and slipped over. I was going very slow, so no injuries to me, the bike, or my belongings strapped to the bike. But everything is now covered in muck.
1:49
I loose service but Google Maps allows you to download sections of the map and use it offline; I have the whole area downloaded so I can keep track of where I am going, even without service.
The trail now has significant and unavoidable erosion.
2:03
I come across a nearly impassable river crossing. I start taking the bags off my bike thinking it will be easier to control without the extra weight and I can walk back across for the bags. While I’m undoing the straps, a Lao man approaches me and says there’s another easier route. I reattach my packs and I am very glad he happened to be walking by. The easier route is still rough, but not ‘nearly impassable’.
2:34
As the road continues to degrade I am using my feet to catch myself more and brace the bike while going through particularly muddy patches. I switch from flip flops to tennis shoes to be able to do this with less fear of stubbing my toes.
2:53
The motorbike gets stuck in knee deep puddle, two Lao people on motorbike also get stuck in the same puddle and after pushing their bike out they help me with mine.
3:01
I tip my bike over again. I tried to stop it from falling and the hot engine/exhaust pipe seared into my leg while I was balancing the bike upright. This hurt a lot and I ended up dropping the bike anyway. This taught me to be more cautious of the heat of the engine. After this when the bike started to tip, I tried to catch it the best I could, but would let it fall rather than having the engine/exhaust pipe touch my leg again.
At first I enjoyed the difficult terrain but at this point I’m having less fun with the slow bumpy drive.
3:36
The scenery changes from farmland to jungle.
4:21
I get stuck in river crossing, after a 10 or so minutes of trying to work myself out a Lao man rides past on a motorbike and helps me out by pushing my bike for 10 feet through a rough patch of mud and another 50 meters up a steep slippery incline of rock coated in mud.
I help him with his bike and watch as he grabs rocks & sticks to construct a path through the mud. I use this technique in particularly muddy areas and deep water for the rest of my drive.
We are traveling in the same direction and he motions for me to ride in front so he can follow and help me if/when I get stuck. We travel together for about 20 minutes then he arrives at a house and we wave goodbye.
Just a few turns down the road I find a river crossing with a homemade bridge.
The bridge looked incredibly treacherous so I decide to take a nearby path through the river… and proceed to get stuck.
After 10 minutes or so of trying to get out the Lao man who rode with me walk from his house to come out and give me a push out of the pit. At this point I strongly consider turing back, but know that I cannot make it through some sections behind me without help, and there are too few people in this section of the woods to rely on that assistance. I try to ask him how the trail is ahead, hoping I’m through the worst, but the language barrier is too strong. I thank him and set out on my way.
I didn’t know it at the time but he would be the last person I see in hours. The rest of the day I see only one person.
At this point I’m about 1/3 of the way through the ‘rough patch’. I expected the whole rough patch to take me 4 hours and it’s now been more than 3 hours. This is not good.
In one of the mud patches the sole of my left shoe comes off, and I am left with a quickly decaying layer of fabric to protect my feet from the ground.
My shoes after making it back to civilization.
4:59
The road cannot be considered a road anymore, it has become a jungle trail.
5:48
I have tipped my bike over 7 or 8 times. A little gasoline spills out ever time, and I start to worry about running out. Without gas I’m pretty stuck and there’s no place to refill in the middle of the jungle.
The roads continue to get worse and I’m not sure how. I’m no longer having fun, rather focusing on survival. I take inventory of my possessions and have no food and 3/4th a liter of water. I haven’t eaten in 22 or so hours.
5:58
I am about halfway to the river crossing. Sunset is approaching and giant mosquitoes that can bit through my clothes now swarm me. Giant mosquitoes are good because they’re a species that doesn’t transmit Malaria, but bad because I’m getting painful bites through my shirt. The approaching sunset is starting to concern me.
6:16
My phone uninstalls google maps.
UNINSTALLS GOOGLE MAPS
Obviously there is no internet to reinstall maps, and do not have any other way to navigate except by compass. I know I need to head north that is the new plan: go north and hope I end up where I’m supposed to be.
Maps was uninstalled because I had the setting “Offload Unused Apps” turned on. This is a feature to save storage space and as my storage got lower the ‘offloading’ became more aggressive to give me a more seamless experience taking pictures.
This has since been disabled and some memory has been cleared.
In theory this is a coinvent feature except Google Maps is very much not an ‘unused app’ and NOW I AM SEMI-LOST IN THE JUNGLE WITHOUT A MAP.
Also without food, service, extra gasoline, or very much water. Things are not great at this point.
6:21
A stream trickles over a rocky surface that is my road at the moment. The sunset is pretty so I take a few pictures with the stream. I deserve a some cool pictures from this if nothing else.
I also take the time to collect my thoughts a bit. Right now there is only one trail forward so I can continue on the trail without needing a map. My concern is to get out of the jungle, so I decide to keep driving. The trail has also improved in quality a little for the first time since I started driving; up until this point it has only been getting worse and worse.
6:32
Immediately after I start driving I pass a small structure near the stream.
After about 5 minutes the trail goes from open rock face to jungle. There is still some light on the rock but the jungle is very dark and only going to get darker. I decide to return to the structure I just drove past and spend the night there.
I am somewhat prepared for a jungle stay: I always carry with me a hammock, flashlight, headlamp, and lighter. With the lighter I can get a fire going and boil some water for drinking. I can also probably catch some small fish or lizards and cook them for a bit of a meal.
6:40
I start setting up camp and quickly realize a problem - I have none of the items I anticipated having.
Hammock: fell off the bike at some point with it’s pouch. This also carried my rain cover, but is otherwise not a huge loss: $15 or so. Still, these are important items, especially at the moment.
Flashlight: Batteries dead
Headlamp: batteries dead
Lighter: lost at a bar in Don Det
Spare Lighter: lost at a bar in Don Det
Lighter I bought in Don Det because I lost two lighters at bars in Don Det: lost at a bar in Don Det
Now I have no headlamp, hammock, or lighter. I do find a spare flashlight battery that had charge so I at least have light. Phone battery is also not a concern; I carry my laptop with me and it acts as a convenient power bank, able to recharge my phone fully 5 or 6 times.
Without the lighter I have no way to sterilize water or cook food and I’m not quite ready to eat lizards raw. I know there is fire in the engine of my motorbike but I do not know how to get it of the engine. Maybe I could use the battery to create a spark but it’s behind a panel that is securely bolted on and I don’t have the tools to loosen the bolts.
6:50
I set up camp to the best of my abilities: a tarp on the wooden floor of the hut with all my clothes and other soft items in a nest-like pile to sleep on.
While ransacking my rucksack for mattress material, I find three broken matches and a matchbox at the bottom of the bag.
I gather the kindling required for a small fire, but, predictably, the matches do not light.
7:30
It is now dark. I skinny dip in the nearby river to get some sweat and mud off. The stars are pretty and under other circumstances I would have enjoyed this swim a lot. I still try and make the most of it. I clean and bandage my burns the best I can, after a closer look I think they’re more severe than I realized at first.
8:02
I decide to go to bed and fall asleep fairly quickly. It was a long day — both physically and mentally I’m exhausted.
10:32
The bed is incredibly uncomfortable and I have wake up with a sore back. The towel I’m using as a mosquito net limits my available sleeping positions and the cloths I am sleeping on do little to soften the hard wooden floor.
10:49
I can’t get back to sleep. No matter how I lay, the wooden floor is just uncomfortable. I start reading a book to pass the time. I miss my hammock.
10:55
A great idea strikes: turn the tarp into a hammock. I tie two of tarp’s corners to the sides of the hut. This works surprisingly well and is not cozy exactly but far better than the floor. The two corners not tied to the wall, I fold over myself to use as a makeshift mosquito net. Again this is not perfect, but far better than the towel on the floor. I crawl into the “hammock” and keep reading. Just after midnight I finish the book and go to sleep.
July 9
4:XX
A motorbike roars past and wakes me up in the dead of night. This is not something I expected to happen in the middle of the jungle in the middle of the night. Despite being mildly annoyed at the interruption in my sleep, I am also comforted that other people also use the trail occasionally.
9:05
After a surprisingly restful sleep I wake up. It is raining. I go back to sleep.
11:30
I wake up again and the weather has improved so I start to pack up. The hut and my belongings are surrounded by butterflies. I’m not sure if they like my sweat, the shade, or something else entirely, but as I’m packing up camp 20-30 butterflies flap around and land on me, my motorcycle, and my backpack. Its very beautiful, but I would enjoy it more if my stomach wasn’t grumbling with hunger.
Left: camp before packing up.
Right: my bandaged burns, the bandage is made from the remnants of the white pants mentioned in an image caption from my previous post (in the Angkor Watt section). The burns are not pictured without a bandage because they’re a bit graphic.
12:02
I start driving and the trail is more traversable today. I think some people are accessing the area from the ferry’s direction. The roads are still very rough, but they’re at least drivable.
1:30
Navigating without a map up until this point has not been an issue because there was only one trail. But now the road begins to split regularly.
I know I need to go north so I try and stay on the northmost and most well-used trail. I am starting to see people again, although very few: I’ve seen 2 motorbikes and a group walking so far. My water bottle is almost empty. If I run out I will have to find another person on the trail and hope they have some to spare.
2:26
I reach a loose collection of buildings – one of them is a store! With water and food! It has been around 40 hours since I’ve eaten at this point, so I am very happy to have food.
I go through 3 packs of ramen, an energy drink, a sugary orange drink, and 3 iced teas. I also buy another liter of water to carry with me.
The shopkeeper notices me devour my food and brings me a dish of noodles that she is snacking on to share. The noodles are in a sauce of bile (yes the liver excretion and yes I have eaten enough innards I can identify bile by taste). I take a bite and give her a thumbs up but do not take another bite.
Without any idea of my current location and still no service I ask for directions to the ferry. The shopkeeper draws me a map and I head out.
Food, map, bile noodles
The map is entirely unhelpful and I ask more people for directions. I am pointed in another direction, down a road that departs from the town.
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I do not speak Lao. No one in the village speaks English, and without service I can’t use translate. So asking for directions is somewhat difficult.
I know there is a ferry at a river crossing that I should be approaching soon and so I find a picture of my phone of my bike on a ferry crossing a different river and make water motions with my hands while pointing in different directions until whomever I’m asking catches on and points in a direction.
Often I get a series of directions mimed to me that I repeat back and then attempt to follow.
3:00
Soon after I leave leave the town the road gets a little rougher again and there are no people or houses. I am mildly concerned about this but comforted by the fact I’m going north.
3:59
I reach the ferry and cross the river. The road is supposed to improve after this crossing and I have food and water so I am feeling great at this point.
This is also the site of the Tad Hai Bridge, bombed by Americans in the Vietnam war. There are giant looming pillars that used to support a bridge and in the river a large section of road unceremoniously left in the river. I park the bike and walk over to take some pictures and stretch my legs.
It was somewhat surreal being at this site as an American. The road I was travelling used to be more developed and my home country destroyed that infrastructure. Today the area is still dealing with the consequences. The town that I got my lunch at is incredibly isolated, no paved road and bridge connect it to the world anymore, just a washed out dirt trail and a ferry service.
There is no plaque, no recognition, not even any graffiti at the skeleton of the bridge. The concrete of the pillars and bridge is scarred with by bullets and bombs and has been left to decay in the river without any fanfare. Without the google maps landmark I might have not even noticed the site. Goats climb on the structure and seem far more interested than any nearby human.
5:30
I continue on my way and my path is now a road again, a dirt road with 4 foot deep potholes, large rocks, and washed out trenches but at least it’s a road. The road leads to a small town with a gas station. I am very thankful and fill my tank.
There are a few intersections and turn offs. I know I was supposed to get to the ferry so I’m at least somewhat on the right track, and maintain my strategy of ‘going north and hoping for the best’.
As soon as I drive outside the town with the gas station, I’m in the jungle again and only passing trees: no houses, people, or even farm fields. Occasionally a car or motorbike passes me, indicating I’m going somewhere.
6:30
It’s getting dark again and I increasingly question if I’m headed in the right direction.
6:40
My phone enters service! I receive a single text:
“Your main balance is less than 5 KIP please recharge soon”
I am unable to access the internet. Apparently, when I entered Laos, I bought 10 days of service and activated my SIM card at 2:14. That was 10 days ago, so at 2:14 today my SIM card’s service expired and now at 6:40 I had no data to connect to the internet with.
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In Laos you buy a SIM card from a store (or in my case a lady at the border with lots of SIM cards in a basket) and it comes with some amount money on it. This money is used to pay for a service. The service that came with my SIM card had 5 gb of data, 100 minutes talk (local), and 200 texts for $2.5. It lasted 10 days.
There are different service plans for purchase for a fee based on their features. These range from unlimited data for one day for $2 to 10 gb of data that lasts a month for $7.
When either your allotted timeframe or allotted data runs out you put more money on your SIM card and purchase another plan. This is done via app or by calling a specific number that is found on scratch cards that are easily bought from stores and act as a refill code. For example you can buy a $1 card at a gas station, scratch off the card revealing its code, and then call star 121 [the code] #. Then your SIM card with have the $1 from the card on it. Then you can call star 131 57 # to activate 5 gb of data that lasts 3 days.
This is the system both tourists and locals use.
When I bought my card I paid for 10 days and activated it at 2:14. It had now been 10 days so at 2:14 my service plan expired and I needed to put more money on the SIM card to use it. I had no code or app to do this.
7:00
It’s now dark.
7:30
It’s now very dark and my headlight starts flickering on and off. The road is still dirt with lots of potholes. There’s a path to avoid all the potholes that I was following in the daylight and making good time, but in the dark I can not see far enough ahead to follow the path and so am hitting many potholes and going at a snail’s pace to compensate. At this point if I passed another hut like I found in the jungle I would sleep there, but I there is nothing except trees. No houses, buildings, or even small jungle structures. I was unsure how far I had to go or if I was headed in the right direction, but kept inching along.
8:10
Some houses start to appear. At this point I’m pretty desperate so I pull into the driveway of a nicer looking house. I’m hoping they have internet and I can connect or they can help me get my refill my SIM card.
I idle in the driveway for a short time before a man in his early 50s approaches me and beckons me to a table with two ladies the same age. The people are incredibly kind. One of the ladies immediately begins to cook ramen for me with some kind of meat (crab?) and eggs (duck?).
The lady then calls a young child (maybe 10 years old) who has been to a few English lessons and tries to use the child over the phone as a translator. This goes poorly.
She then calls her father who is living in Las Vegas and is fluent in both English and Lao. With him working as a translator I explain that I am lost and need to get my phone working. They ask me where I’m going and I tell them ‘the closest hotel’.
They have the scratch cards with codes to add more money to a SIM card and scratch one off for me. It doesn’t work, but they say the hotel clerk will know how to activate it and give me 3 more (worth $0.50 each). I try to pay for the scratch cards and instead am handed 200,000 kip (about $10) to pay for the hotel tonight instead. This is enough for one night at a nice hotel with a swimming pool and 3 nights at a cheap motel. Then they say they’ll take me to a hotel. These people are unbelievably nice.
8:47
We depart for the hotel. I ride my bike following the man who greeted me originally on his own motorbike. He goes faster than I would prefer and I struggle to keep up, but he avoids the potholes, so as long as I follow directly where he goes the road is smooth.
9:01
The man gets a little ahead of me and my headlight flashes off. When it flashes on I see I’m headed directly towards a big muddy pothole that I proceed to hit and that tips the bike over. This is the fastest I have been going when I tipped the bike over, but is still not anywhere near full speed. I get a little road rash on my forearm, but am otherwise fine. The bike on the other hand…
The handlebars are two separate bars welded together and, well, the weld broke.
Everything still works, including the electronics on the dangly handlebar. But the metal pipes that form the handlebar are now disconnected.
The man leading me to the hotel comes back and motions to go back the way we came.
I try and ride the bike for a bit. But this is difficult and slow and I tip the bike over.
I try and push the bike for a bit. But this is difficult and slow and I tip the bike over.
He sees that I am struggling and motions that he will push the bike and I can ride his.
This is brave of him to let me do as he was pushing mine due to a crash. Especially brave because his bike was a semiautomatic that I didn’t know how to drive and couldn’t even figure out how to start without his help.
After he started his bike, I followed as he pushed mine (without tipping it over) to a nearby house.
9:15
We arrive at the house my escort was aiming for. It’s a simple wooden house with an older man smoking on the porch. I unstrap my bags from the broken bike and greet the older man. The language barrier is significant, but he is very kind. My escort departs to go back home.
The house has no wifi or running water. I fiddle with SIM cards trying to get service. It doesn’t work and so I still don’t know where I am.
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The codes that were given to me were for the company Unitel and my SIM card was operated by Lao Telecom so the codes were incompatible.
But wait, I had a backup Singaporean SIM card that worked in all Southeast Asian countries. This cost more, but I was willing to pay. To pay I had to put money on it using an app (that could be operated without using data).
Except my phone ‘offloaded’ the app as it did Google Maps, and although the app needed no data, it would not let me redownload it without data.
But wait, I had a backup phone where the app wasn’t offloaded.
Except the app wouldn’t function without an update that required an in internet connection to be installed.
But wait, the Singaporean SIM was operated by Giga, a Singaporean company but in Laos the service was outsourced to the Unitel network, maybe I could put the Unitel code into the Giga card.
Nope.
But wait, I have a Thai SIM card. Maybe if the Singaporean SIM card is operated with Unitel in Laos, the Thai card would as well and I could use the code there.
Nope.
The older man motions that he will sleep on a mat on the porch and signals for me to take the bed. The bed has a giant red teddy bear on an uncovered mattress. I brush the dirt off the mattress as he pulls out a stained comforter from a cabinet. The bedroom is one of two rooms in the house that are accessed by different doors. It is open to the elements, with no window screens and a large gap between the ceiling and wall.
At one point in time the room must have belonged to a girl, there is a comb, handbag and hair straightener strewn chaotically around the floor.
The older man gives me a few bananas and heads to bed on the porch. The accommodation is simple by western standards but I am once again incredibly thankful for the kindness of others. This man offered up his house and bed to a stranger.
I write a little of this journal entry before going to bed. It is very unusual for me to write as something is happening, but I’m still a bit too shook up to sleep yet and having finished my book and there is little else to do.
July 10
8:11
The lady who cooked me ramen last night brings two large meals to the house where I spent the night. I eat one, and expect the old man to eat the other, but he just smokes on a bench next to me. I then pack my bags and make the bed. Unsure what to do about the bike I return to the porch and the older man signals we should push the bike “that direction” so together we start pushing the bike.
After about half a mile in the unforgiving sun someone calls us over to a little shed. A man pulls out a welder that looks homemade; like a car battery with jumper cables attached to it and one of the jumper cables held a metal rod. He attempts to weld the bike back together for a little while and struggles. At one point the bike catches on fire and I’ve never seen someone move so fast trying to put it out, something I thought was funny until I realized the fire was directly below the gas tank (that I had just filled with 6.5 liters of extremely flammable liquid) and suddenly I too was moving very quickly too.
Welding in sandals and sunglasses
9:31
The welder gives up on the bike. He got the handlebar to stay in place but as soon as I touched it the weld broke. Me and the old man push the bike another half mile to a real repair shop. They take the handlebars off the bike and weld it back together for $2.50 USD.
This shop has Wi-Fi and so for the first time I am able to connect to the internet. I redonload google maps and, miraculously, I am exactly where I am supposed to be; about a 5 minute drive from Phin.
11:08
I grab my bags from the old mans house and he gives me the second meal that the lady brought over. After eating, I thank him excessively and drive for 10 minutes or so and find a cell store where I trade the Unitel vouchers for Lao Telecom vouchers so my phone works again. I take a brief rest and catch up with the world. I’m now two days behind my ideal schedule but can perhaps ride to my next destination: Xeno, a town about 2 hours away.
1:20
I depart for Xeno and as soon as I start driving my right foot starts to get wet, this is concerning because it’s not raining.
1:26
I pull over and check my bike. The gas tank is leaking gasoline in a slow drip. Frick. I bounce to a one repair shop that can’t help me, then another repair shop that can’t help me, then a third that can’t help me, but they call a 4th who sends someone over and whom signals he can fix the tank. We drive to the 4th shop and I am told it will take a while to fix. I say ok and they drain the tank, remove it from the bike and start welding.
2:20
Two young guys from the repair shop hop on a bike and drive away with my gas tank. I’m not sure why - but don’t really care as long as they plug the hole and bring it back.
While my bike is being repaired I look at burn treatment, and I comparing my injuries to pictures and descriptions, I conclude I sustained 3rd degree burns and my next stop should probably be treatment.
I should note I’m not a doctor so not entirely sure about this diagnosis. My sister Sarah has gone through some wilderness first aid training so I sent her some pictures. She noted that the burns are “not severe”, and gave me some tips to care for them. I think in the lingo of her wilderness training “not severe” means “not going to kill you” and not “you don’t need to worry about this”.
Editors note: I texted the previous owner of the motorbike and she also has scars on her legs from being burned by the engine/exhaust pipe. She nicknamed the bike Froggy and told me “be careful, he bites when he’s in a bad mood”.
I should have listened better.
Also, perhaps this motorbike has some design flaws — in my opinion, it should be less easy to burn yourself and break the handlebars.
2:43
I buy a dozen twinkies and eat 8 of them. It’s been a long few days.
2:58
The boys on the motorbike return with my gas tank and put the bike back together, now with a new weld sealing the hole. I set off to the nearest pharmacy.
3:38
I get topical antibiotics, gauze, and oral antibiotics. At this point I decide to stay the night in Phin rather than Xeno. Xeno is a 2 hour and 13 minute drive, and arriving at 6 doesn’t give me much of a buffer for the 7 pm dark cutoff. I’m also still a bit rattled from the whole experience. I could really use a warm shower and some time to relax.
4:13
I arrive at the hotel that I originally departed for three days ago. I have a bed, antibiotics, food, running water. This jungle adventure is finally officially over.
Froggy welded back together and ready to find the next adventure.
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