MORNING. There are few things more depressing on a cycle tour than debilitating saddle sores. Once again I can’t ride and even sitting in a chair is a painful exercise. After reading as much as I can stand about saddles, saddle fit and saddle sores I am slowly coming to the conclusion that I have an unusually fat arse. To put it more kindly, I think my sit bones are of a width that lies at the extreme right end of the bell curve for male sit bone widths. To put it even more kindly, I have a lovely bum, but my seat is just too narrow for it. Because of this, I suspect this means my sit bones are resting on the edge of the saddle which is supported by unforgiving metal rails. I suspect it has only just become an issue now because the leather saddle has stretched to such a point that my bum is sitting much lower in it than ever before. Perhaps the strenuous work cycling Flores’ mountains was the tipping point. I think the best solution is to get a wider saddle. I am thinking of the Brooks B67, which is not only wide, but also sprung. I have also researched peoples’ home remedies for breaking in a Brooks saddle. For my current one, I stuck to Brooks’ advice, but I might deviate if I end up getting another leather saddle and try to speed up the break-in process. Other questions I need to answer are: How will I get a new saddle? Where is a better town in which to recuperate? How will I get there?

AFTERNOON. This is so depressing. Lonely Planet says it all: “0 things to see and do around Kepanjen”. At least I have found myself a half-decent warung to eat at. I am struggling to find a way out of this place with my bike. I went to the train station and I am pretty sure I was told that bikes are not allowed on the train (hard to be certain as communication was difficult). I have been trying to ignore the realisation as best I can, but right now I think I want to stop. The whole trip I mean. I expect the thought will pass, but that doesn’t make it any less real right now. I am simply not happy. It has been several months since things have gone smoothly for any length of time. Even if I really do decide that I want to stop, I know that I won’t. Stopping is simply not an option for me, because I can’t go home defeated. I’m not ready to go home yet. I just need to be patient. Things will change. For now I just need to take it one day at a time and try and get beyond my current predicament.

Day 401 (pic)


Accommodation $ Hotel
Distance ridden today 0km
Total distance ridden 10,698km