So as it stands I’m about 8 hours away from 8 hours stranded in Brunei and a little more than a day away from dragging my possessions across Auckland. There is some semblance of a plan.

A week from now, I’ll probably be wondering why the hell I signed up to ride a hilly marathon in the middle of vacation. But I’ll probably also be smiling to myself a lot because you know, the rainy season makes one quite delirious. Or maybe it’s the arsenic in the tap water.

I didn’t pack Zambuk.

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