My second day back on the road – solo and in my natural habitat – plunging into the twisties. I left the main roads after Uttaradit and headed north-east to intersect with the winding mountain roads which drop steeply south through the national parks near the Laos border.
It was a long riding day – not that many kilometres but the corners keep your average speed down, not that I’m complaining. Good lord, no; those roads are heaven. No traffic, just you and the corners and in the middle of it all, a pretty waterfall cascading down beside the road. If I were a better tourist I would have stopped and taken photographs of the waterfall for you, but I’m a terrible tourist, I didn’t want to interupt the flow of that nice corner. I did take a look as I rolled on by, but you’ll have to go back and photograph it yourself: it’s on the road numbered 1268, can’t miss it.
I’m going to chuck a video in here to tell you the rest of the story, because, well, I gotta go talk with interesting and awesome people. Carpe diem and all of that. Please excuse me. I’ll be back tomorrow, at four or five a.m.
That rubba on the road sounds super sketchy! Cuidado, wandering moto lady! Rubba side down!
Thank you!