Perhaps one beer too many was the root cause but certainly my alarm passed unnoticed if it sounded at all that morning, and I woke to find myself with insufficent time to get to the airport. And unfortunately only just. Borneo would have to wait. It was a waste of 50 quid but I was relieved in part that I would now be able to check out a brace of Bangkok's museums amongst other attractions, and I had begun to doubt whether I had been heading in the right direction in any case. Sumatra now seemed to be a more logical continuation, even if that would mean retracing the considerable length of the Malay peninsula I had just climbed. Feeling more stupid than disappointed I got little done that day besides 4 hours on the net, but managed one crucial decision by the end of it at least. Sumatra. Then in a new fit of relaxation I promptly got blitzed more than I had done in a long time.