Vicious cycle

Jul distance travelled: 370 km

To Tuas, 108 km. He carries a heavy load on his back and sweats more because of the weight and heat trapped between bag and body. And he gets dehydrated and tired faster. So he struggles more to keep moving. And sweats more. And gets more tired. And so goes the vicious cycle goes. The rest of us don't quite get to cycle as much, as we stop and wait, stop and wait. And on and on it goes as we go on our journey to the west, waiting for he who rides the vicious cycle. He doesn't even drink on the move, because he uses bottles with screw-tops. Still, we see some scenic sights today, including jugs of ice water at Raffles Marina. I'm so trigger happy, I use up an entire roll of film. "Nice, nice," says N the bike hasher, who has little problem keeping up on his full-suspension Santa Cruz. And sweeper Bikerboey seems happy enough drafting behind me on the last leg of the ride at 30 km/h, after everyone else breaks away. Whatta gal - kayaking yesterday, nine hours on the road today, and a ball game after that.