12. Ezer

The hill never ended. I tried to shift down but there were no more gears available. Every stroke on the pedal caused a flood of sweat that made my eyes itch, my glasses fog and my ego bruised. I could see the top, but I could not see that I was getting any closer. I looked at my speedometer, it said 8 km/h. Even if it is slow, it is still a third of my usual speed, I should be up this hill in no time! But I wasn’t at the top, and it seemed like I hadn’t gotten any closer either. I put all my weight on the pedal but it did no longer move, so I had to get off and walk. I had failed. But how easy and refreshing it felt to walk! Suddenly the top was not that far away, actually I had only ten metres left. Ten lousy metres.

Earlier I had put my wet swimming trunks on my rack to dry and biked the last 5 km to Port Dickson. The town was as uninspiring as I had feared so I just had a spicy sambal-sardine-bun at gas station for breakfast and continued on to Kuala Lumpur.

When I was closing in on KL I caught up with a racing cyclist. I asked him how to get downtown and he told me to follow him and he would try to help me.

The guy’s name is Ezer and he was training for an Iron Man. He and a group of cyclists had just made a tour to Port Dickson and back, and we all rendezvoused at a parking lot close to the highway. The bikers discussed for a while but they could not recommend riding the rest of the way. The few of them who had entered the highway on bicycle had been escorted out by one or more police cars.

Ezer offered to take my bike in the back seat of his nice and shiny Toyota with leather seats, and asked me about my plans. When I told him I didn’t have any he offered me to stay at his home! I couldn’t believe my luck and I humbly accepted.

In the car we realised we have a lot in common, we share the same education and have many similar views. We arrived at his fantastic house with a magnificent view over Kuala Lumpur and he showed me around. He showed me his paintings that he painted himself, he showed me his pictures from when he built a school in Cambodia and he informed me about his animal shelter.

He works as a CEO for a multinational company. So what do I do when not riding a bicycle through Asia? I eat a lot of hamburgers and I deploy software to thousands of computers. Sometimes it even works!

(Yes, he is single! Although he used to date a Playboy model. I saw pictures.)

We went to a mall to get some food and tried to exchange contact information, but for some reason my phone had no coverage even though we were in the middle of Kuala Lumpur! I guess my employer finally figured out that I was abusing their assets and simply blocked the card. I’ll deal with that later and bought a new SIM.

65 km from Port Dickson to a parking lot south of Kuala Lumpur. Minus 10 metres for walking.
Total: 438 km.

Beautiful winding road.

My bike with the gorgeous purple bullhorns.

Almost in KL.

Even the smallest of villages have a mosque.

At least I am faster than he is.


  1. Håll i hatten vilken resa, lagom avis alltså, schysst väder, härliga människor och underbar pilsner! Tycker verkligen att du ska peta upp lite fler bilder, om jag inte minns fel skrev du väl något om 1000 bilder i veckan?! :P

    //Konsult-Tobbe på ITS

  2. the clip - i love it! For a moment i feel like I am back in Malaysia. Gosh i miss it. I wish i had had more time.

    I spent a few weeks there but for most of it I was wearing an arm sling, nursing my bruised face and recovering from my bike accident in the Cameron Highlands. Still - the highlands are not a bad place to hang. Enjoy KL!!!! Fabulous city. Fabulous.

    Det ser underbart ut Anders. All grönskan, så himla fint. Människorna. Kulturen. Jaaaaa. Jag hoppas du inser hur grått och kallt det är här.

    Så han är singel säger du - fråga om han kan tänka sig att komma på date med mig i Malmö? Är han lång? ha ha.

  3. "Although he used to date a Playboy model. I saw pictures"... Vi som känner dig VET att du tog kort på detta och tycker att du ska dela med dig av bevisen. Snart måste skavsåren komma och du måste stanna flera dagar och dricka öl.. Stackars dig! Är dock imponerad av att du cyklar så långt som du gör, själv hade jag nog tagit tåget vid det här laget... Men, jag hoppas att din envishet belönar sig

  4. Those bullhorns are good to have on a hill, aren´t they? Have black once on my bike, they´re great. Not as shiny as your´s though :)

    Beautiful pic of the road with palm trees!

    So, you had that swim in the pool. Nice!
    Good choice, that pool looked really awesome!

  5. Tobbe: Ja, jag brukar ta ca 1000 i veckan. Fast då brukade jag inte cykla 80 km om dan.

    Madde: Inte så lång, jag är längre.

    Anonym: Ja, stackars mig :)

    CC: När jag köpte dem funderade jag på att tejpa dem svarta, men ganska snart vande jag mig och nu gör de mig glad :)

  6. Hey Anders, Now we are leaving Australia and our visit has been fantastic!!

    You have just started your trip and have so many experiences left! Make sure that you enjoy the time that you left, there is no hurry to hurry back! We have great tans (hur är din bonnabränna?) Is there a riding style for smoking while riding? Doesn't the smoke blow back in your face?

    Ride safe and love from the family in Australia

  7. snygg omkörning.. kanske dags för dig att ta det här med cyckeltävlingar på allvar :)



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