|don't have nightmares|
|the tunnels are lit and often have a bike path/pavement|
|but how did they spot us???|
The coastal road is a wonderful small and winding route that takes us past a rocket-launching centre (complete with space-themed public toilets in the carpark) before finally spitting us out on a busier main road passing through an area of urban sprawl. The day has been cool and cloudy which suits the up and down nature of the road and in the late afternoon I find myslef puffing up another hill grateful for a wide hard shoulder as rush-hour cars and vans dash past. Up ahead I can see another bundle of rope that has fallen off a farm truck - the kind of thing you see lying on the wayside all the time. I'm almost cycling over it when the green rope moves and a red diamond appears. Inside the red daimond is a forked tongue. I shout out involuntarily as I wobble around the coiled up snake. My legs are already jelly from the hills today, but this encounter doesn't help. After a long grey day in the saddle we find a quiet coast road through a village of bungalows and woods before coming to a stretch of paddy fields. The light is fading and we settle on pitching our tent for the night at the end of a farmer's track. As night falls the frog chorus strikes up deafeningly from the flooded fields all around.
|large , we think carnivorous, plant|
|hipster Japanese monkeys|