There is a first
time for everything they say, including a first time to leave Europe,
to visit Asia, to fly with a bicycle, to ride a bike in the tropics,
and to ride on the left side of the road. You can expect an adventure
when you combine all these first times in a single travel experience.
In October 1994 we got on a plane to Chiang Mai (Thailand) with a stopover
in Bangkok. About halfway (?) our flight we landed in New Delhi to take
in food, fuel and new passengers at what was way past our normal bedtime.
The landing went smoothly but immediately after this, the plane was
disinfected. In reaction to the questions of the remaining passengers
the crew smiled and told us it was not harmful, and that it had to be
done because new passengers would be entering the plane that came from
a Plague infected area (!). After the entry of these new passengers
with their new habits, sounds and smells we took off and a new diner
was served (again).
our neighbour with his visa (he could speak English but could not read
or write it, so to our pointing where his name should go he wrote his
name down in Sanskrit. It became quite a funny entry form.
On arrival in Bangkok we had to wait for two hours but everything went
smoothly afterwards. When we finally landed in Chiang Mai we were quite
exhausted, due to the time difference, the new impressions and the heat,
but mostly because missed a good night sleep. In the afternoon we went
for a first mini bike tour across town.