Long days, bad roads - you are never sure where you will sleep the night. You hope you will find a comfortable bed but you never know.
You could find yourself camping in a bamboo grove in Laos after getting a flat tyre long after sundown, when the only light comes from the moon and you are too tired to do anything but sleep. Maybe your 'bed' will be in a small clearing beside a road in China where after a long ride and a bottle of beer you slide into the peaceful bliss of deep sleep. Space on the floor of a long house might be offered, and after you have met everyone in the village given them a Polaroid photo of themselves, your sleep is not even disturbed by dogs barking or pigs squeeling directly under the thin bamboo floor you are lying on.
Heaven my blanket, Earth my pillow. . . sometimes . . .
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