|Burmese refugee camp along the border|
We woke in the morning to hear Squeaky Dave (all the cats we meet on this trip are called Dave, regardless of gender. Last time, they were all Missy- Mini Missy, Master Missy, Bitchy Missy, Finny Missy (the fish), and so on) requesting more potato chips. She had to settle for a good rub between the ears though, since we had no more. While Colin loaded the bikes, I walked up to the 7Eleven to pick up some coffee and cereal for breakfast before we headed back out on the road.
|Bamboo house with roof of thatched teak leaves in refugee camp|
|Refueling at a hand-crank pump|