My brother visited me for a few weeks of cycling in Thailand and Malaysia.  Our time together was good, and I think he picked up a tiny bit of my enthusiasm for cycling. Still, after three weeks, it was time for him to go back the US, to family and friends and soccer and girlfriend and all the rest. He’s happy to be leaving. I’m happy to be alone again. I missed the adventure of solo travel, of taking each day as it comes, of stopping when I want and going where I please, of not answering to anyone but myself.

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