Purple monkey dishwasher
Day 17
Start – Best Western, Jakarta Finish – Best Western, Jakarta Distance – 0kms Words by - Swells |
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Purple monkey dishwasher...
The morning started at the complimentary breakfast buffet where- like the day before - it was a simple challenge of Tetris-ing as much food as we could into our gut warehouses. With the aim of not eating again the entire day, truck-loads of food were obscenely forklifted away over the next hour. Frugal gluttony aside, plans for bike maintenance and work were being hashed out. I planned to raise the height of the Sherpa's seat whilst stiffening the suspension, as well as immunising against the monsoonal rainstorms which had proven the Super Sherpa's kryptonite.
Back upstairs in our room Luke received a phone call from reception which raised confusion over the bill. With bags packed we headed down stairs to arrange a cheaper room and to sort out the growing bill controversy. Dan headed down to the basement to work on his bike while Luke and I remained behind for negotiations. The apparent confusion was put down to the language barrier, fair enough. The on duty manager was rad enough to upgrade our room for the next two nights as well as letting us loose with a complementary lunch buffet. Now at this juncture I want to point out that I am of the belief that Dan has not been reading the blog, which makes the next part of the story a social experiment in group secret keeping. Planning to Jenkin for a bed we had agreed as a team to book only a twin share room and as a result the free lunch was only for two people. And so it was with a strange twinge of guilt that while Dan toiled in the dungeon - Luke and I were forced to endure our second buffet for the day.
The dense humidity in the basement engulfed our work space. Scooters cluttered the floor along with our tools. Dan and I struggled to compress the springs from our bikes, utilising a concrete block an old restaurant seat leg, tie down straps and Johnny Bang's heft we slowly won the battle. Removing the Super Sherpa's tank and seat allowed greater access into the otherwise hidden bike guts. Running out of options and completely out of my technical bike depth I concluded that the culprit causing the Sherpa to stall must be a tiny gap created at the spark plug were an aftermarket temperature sensor I installed sat. Full of optimism and food I put the Sherpa back together.
With the anticipation of seeing my lady friend tomorrow rising, this photo of fast flowing scooters streaming out of the city only made me wish I had the same time control as my camera.
The morning started at the complimentary breakfast buffet where- like the day before - it was a simple challenge of Tetris-ing as much food as we could into our gut warehouses. With the aim of not eating again the entire day, truck-loads of food were obscenely forklifted away over the next hour. Frugal gluttony aside, plans for bike maintenance and work were being hashed out. I planned to raise the height of the Sherpa's seat whilst stiffening the suspension, as well as immunising against the monsoonal rainstorms which had proven the Super Sherpa's kryptonite.
Back upstairs in our room Luke received a phone call from reception which raised confusion over the bill. With bags packed we headed down stairs to arrange a cheaper room and to sort out the growing bill controversy. Dan headed down to the basement to work on his bike while Luke and I remained behind for negotiations. The apparent confusion was put down to the language barrier, fair enough. The on duty manager was rad enough to upgrade our room for the next two nights as well as letting us loose with a complementary lunch buffet. Now at this juncture I want to point out that I am of the belief that Dan has not been reading the blog, which makes the next part of the story a social experiment in group secret keeping. Planning to Jenkin for a bed we had agreed as a team to book only a twin share room and as a result the free lunch was only for two people. And so it was with a strange twinge of guilt that while Dan toiled in the dungeon - Luke and I were forced to endure our second buffet for the day.
The dense humidity in the basement engulfed our work space. Scooters cluttered the floor along with our tools. Dan and I struggled to compress the springs from our bikes, utilising a concrete block an old restaurant seat leg, tie down straps and Johnny Bang's heft we slowly won the battle. Removing the Super Sherpa's tank and seat allowed greater access into the otherwise hidden bike guts. Running out of options and completely out of my technical bike depth I concluded that the culprit causing the Sherpa to stall must be a tiny gap created at the spark plug were an aftermarket temperature sensor I installed sat. Full of optimism and food I put the Sherpa back together.
With the anticipation of seeing my lady friend tomorrow rising, this photo of fast flowing scooters streaming out of the city only made me wish I had the same time control as my camera.
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