While there was little else to recommend about Phu Lang Ka ‘Resort’, the sun rising over the mountains and bathing the misty valley with light almost made me forget the lumpy beds and dodgy bathrooms.  Almost.

Heading out for a sundowner beside the lake in Phayao I spotted this flock of birds that had also decided to call it a night.  Who could blame them?

Waking up the next morning and throwing open the curtains I was greeted by this dramatic sunrise over the nearby rooftops.  The clouds soon disappeared, leaving a clear sky and perfect conditions for the ensuing sunburn.

Finally starting to warm up after our freezing early morning departure from Chiang Dao, we spent close to an hour trying to find Doi Farang resort for a coffee.  That might have been an issue if we hadn’t been riding through glorious flooded rice paddies like these.

Finding any excuse to give our butts a rest after several hours on the bike, we stopped for a while to check out this scenic waterfall.  It was pretty enough to wander around, but spending ten minutes away from the scooter made it seem like a little slice of heaven…

Looking like something out of Star Wars, I half expected a bunch of Tusken raiders to step out from behind these rocks and frighten us away.  Upon reflection though, that seemed unlikely – not only because they don’t actually exist, but also because I seriously doubt they would have bothered with the 90km detour to get to these formations at Sao Din.  I’m still not quite sure why we did.

Finally leaving the scooter behind for a few hours we explored the provincial capital of Phrae one morning.  There were no shortage of golden temples in the old town area, but for some reason this undecorated one was by far my favourite.

Finally heading back to Chiang Mai on the last day, there was one final chance to enjoy the deserted roads and dense vegetation as we climbed over the mountains.  Apparently that also meant the chance for the front brakes to overheat and suddenly stop working half way down the other side.  I guess that’s what feet are for, right?  Somehow we didn’t end up over the side of the cliff.  I don’t know how.

Northern Thailand road trip: a photo essay is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Feel free to start over here if you haven’t read the rest of the series!

Grudgingly remounting our bikes after the madness of the day before, we were certain of only one thing: there was no way in hell that we were going to be riding another 300+ km today.

We didn’t, but that doesn’t mean there weren’t any highlights.  Far from it.

Today we went to Tatooine.

Day 6:  Nan to Phrae

Promising a short detour to visit some impressive mud rock formations, Stuart led us south off the main road through Wiang Sa.  Detour it was, short it was not.  Still, at least we had the promise of those amazing rock formations to keep excitement levels high.

And then we got there.

Let’s just say that the formations were perhaps not quite as incredible as we might have hoped.  They were indeed muddy and rocky, admirably living up to their description, but in terms of wow factor they won’t be overtaking Petra on the list of things that every travel blogger in the universe is writing about any time soon.

Given the landscape we could easily have been on the set of Star Wars, if only there had been a few more members of the Skywalker family around and a few less coachloads of hyper-excited Thai tourists.  Lacking a Jawa sighting, however, after a few photos we soon turned the bikes around and carried on.

Stopping for lunch back near the turnoff we came to one unanimous conclusion: Sao Din was not worth the 90km round trip.  Still, the ride through the hills was scenic and we got to improve our terrible t-shirt tans in the beating sunshine, so it wasn’t a total waste of time.

After battling traffic for most of the next two hours we limped into Phrae hoping for only a good guesthouse and a cold beer.  We got one of the two, with a hotel that strived to be the dictionary definition of mediocrity – although it did have a condom machine at the end of the hall, which always adds to the ambience.

The nearby night market provided some tasty if not exciting dinner options, and with that we were pretty much done for the night.  Tired we were.  Sleep we must.

Distance travelled: 202km

Stayed at: Thep Vong Place, Phrae, a forgettable but good value budget hotel close to the old town for 350 baht/night with air-conditioning and hot shower.

Day 7:  Phrae to Lampang

We devoted the morning to an abysmal breakfast and checking out large wooden buildings and a variety of temples in Phrae’s old town.  It was surprisingly more enjoyable than it sounds – there is no wonder that the region’s teak forests have been depleted given the amount used in Phrae’s construction, but I guess it makes for impressive sightseeing if nothing else.

Footsore and sweaty, for a change we were happy to be getting back on the bikes.  It was short-lived, of course, but at least the feeling was briefly there.

Riding 100km on a scooter would have seemed like quite the adventure a week earlier, but by now it was barely worth talking about.

Other than a fun – albeit short – blast up and down the mountains the road to Lampang was both busy and disappointingly flat, but at least we had plenty of time to find a guesthouse beside the slowly meandering river.

The remains of a bottle of vodka proceeded to go toe to toe with a large balcony overlooking the water.

The balcony won.

And then we ate pork.  Lots and lots of pork.

Distance travelled: 103km

Stayed at: R-Lampang guesthouse, Lampang, in a large clean room with air-conditioning, paper-thin walls and a hot shower that I couldn’t work for 550 baht/night.  Highlights included the balcony on the river and the comedy value of the staff unlocking and relocking the fridge every time we wanted a drink.  I guess we looked suspicious.

Day 8: Lampang to Chiang Mai

The last day of our road trip dawned with a mixture of sadness (from our brains) and relief (from our butts).  It was barely 100km to Chiang Mai via the main highway … but who wants to travel on the highway?

Instead we opted for the back roads once more, heading north on the flatlands via route 1157 for an easy hour or more, stopping in Mueang Pan for lunch in a roadside restaurant overlooking the rice paddies.

And then the fun really started.

If traffic was quiet beforehand it now became positively silent as we left the farmland behind and headed up into the mountains.  These roads were something special – little wider than a car for much of their length, vibrant green jungle and majestic views for miles around, the chatter of bird life briefly interrupted as our bikes groaned up the ever-increasing gradients.

For the only time on the trip the scooter decided enough was enough, refusing to go any further up a particularly hilly section until Lauren jumped off the back.  Eventually finding a somewhat flatter piece of pavement, I looked back to see the forlorn sight of a small walking backpack plodding one foot after another up the steep mountain road.

Judging by the grimace on her face as she drew level, I was pleased we had decided not to climb these mountains under our own steam.

Unfortunately what goes up must come down … and just as steeply.  Even more unfortunately, the brakes on most small bikes aren’t really designed to deal with arresting the near-vertical drop of two people and baggage for any length of time.

Around two-thirds the way down the other side the inevitable happened.

After one prolonged steep section I released the front brake lever briefly and then reapplied it a few seconds later. Or tried to, at least, as it flapped uselessly around in my hand.  Oops.  Time for plan B.

Crushing the back brake as if my life depended on it (because, well, it did), I stuck both feet out to try to slow things down a little more.  Somehow managing to wrestle the bike around the oncoming corner and away from the cliff edge, we eventually dragged ourselves to a halt with our hearts in our mouths and the smell of hot brakes wafting in the breeze.

"Wasn’t that fun?"

Not so much.

After letting things cool down for a while we slowly carried on, Lauren now on the back of Stuart’s bike and me nervously avoiding using the brakes.  It was slow going but we made it, and once we got to the bottom and rejoined the main road everything was fine.  Still, not an experience I was looking to repeat in a hurry.

From buzzing insects and deserted roads to honking horns and exhaust fumes, in less than an hour we rounded the moat in Chiang Mai and our trip was over.  Pulling into a parking spot and killing the engine, I patted the seat and delivered a silent thank-you to our trusty steed.  1385km in eight days is a lot to ask from a scooter, and other than those over-heated brakes it had come through without a hitch.

And so had we.

I had never experienced a two-wheeled trip like this one.  The views, the challenge, the roads were all incredible, but the best part was simply getting to see parts of Thailand that most visitors never do.  The beaches and buckets, the hotels and holidaymakers are all good fun, but I can’t help but feel that the real heart of Thailand lies elsewhere.

After this road trip, I feel privileged to have caught just a glimpse of it.

Distance travelled: 155km

Stayed at: my own apartment!

A bit of a ride in northern Thailand, part four is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Lake Ohau in New Zealand’s South Island is a temperamental body of water.  Some days are so rough that you could just about surf on it, while on others the surface is flat enough to make out your own reflection.

Luckily the day I was there was one of the calm, albeit overcast days – perfect for getting out on jet-skis and motorboats.  Perfect, also, for taking moody photos.

So I did both.

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The Friday Photo #94 – The calm before the storm is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Don’t forget to check out the first and second part of this trip if you haven’t already!

So when I last left you our band of intrepid explorers had arrived in Nan and a plan was afoot for the next day.

A big plan.

A dramatic plan.

An exciting plan.

A plan to do, in fact … pretty much nothing.

Wander round a couple of temples and take some photos, perhaps.  Have lunch beside the river.  Maybe take a nap.  Ok, definitely take a nap.

How plans changed.

Day 5:  Nan to … um … Nan

Just before 9am I received the following message:

"Am thinking of doing a bit of riding around…"

Even by Stuart’s epic standards of understatement, that probably wasn’t exactly an accurate description of the next ten hours.

Stopping briefly at Wat Chae Haeng (personal highlight: a golden rabbit), we sped eastwards out of town through the trees and rapidly-decreasing traffic of route 1168.  As the highway numbers climbed so did we, the flat fields giving way to mountainous ridgelines and the remnants of what once must have been dense teak forests.

The road wound backwards and forwards for hours, always searching for a passage through – or often around – the steep peaks of this little-travelled part of north-eastern Thailand.

Thinking the first part of the ride was impressive, after turning north at Mae Charim I started to understand why Stuart had been so insistent that we didn’t give our butts a rest today.  Put quite simply it was the best ride of my life.

Largely dirt roads only a few years ago, our route was now smooth tarmac for almost the entire distance.  A few parts showed signs of landslide damage after the recent flooding and were being actively worked on, but even they were flat enough to maintain a decent pace.

I counted a total of three minivans and half a dozen scooters for the entire section from Mae Charim to Bo Kluea,  Wide sweeping corners promised epic views every few hundred metres and never disappointed.  Every time we stopped for a photo our grins were big enough to dazzle the non-existent oncoming traffic.

That right there was why we had done this road trip.  No matter what lay in store for the rest of the week that ride made it all worth the effort.

Something I really needed to remember a few hours later.

Stopping for an early afternoon drink in the junction town of Bo Kluea we had a decision to make.  A straight run through the pass to Pua and back home, or a much longer loop up to the Lao border.  Whether it was the adrenaline or just a desire to prolong the fun as long as possible I don’t know, but we barely even discussed the options before pointing the bikes northwards once more.

The long way round it was.

The road narrowed and worsened within minutes, requiring slower speeds and more attention to avoid putting the bike over a cliff.  The views of course just got better, but I couldn’t help but notice an increasing chill in the shadows serving to remind us that time was rapidly passing.  We needed to keep moving.

Village dogs barely raised an eyelid as our bikes rattled past inches from their nose, and the shy smiles of children playing in the road suggested that farangs like us weren’t a common sight around there.  Only a matter of miles from the border, I was reminded of my time in Laos eighteen months earlier.  It is a beautiful, simple part of the world, and I love it.

Stopping briefly at the immigration point to gaze longingly into Thailand’s laid back neighbour, we were soon dropping down out of the mountains and picking up speed as we headed towards home.  With well over 100km to go and the sun rapidly falling in the sky, it was always going to be a race against time to get back before dark.

It was a race that we lost.

Despite blasting along the highway at speeds far faster than was sensible, we were still at least 45 minutes from safety when the evening gloom turned to pitch blackness.  One thing that I had always sworn not to do was ride the roads of SE Asia after dark.  There was a good reason for that.

Cars loomed out of the night, their headlights completely blinding us.  Pedestrians and unlit scooters owned the side of the road, pushing me out towards the middle where passing trucks missed me by inches as they weaved past.  Bugs splattered in my eyes continuously as I tried to spot the corners and potholes before I hit them in the darkness.

And then we found the roadworks.

As a cloud of choking dust rose several feet in the air and I struggled to keep the bike upright on the rutted, invisible dirt, I genuinely thought I was going to die.  Slower and slower I rode, willing the road to return to tarmac more with every passing second.  It took several minutes – and felt like a lifetime – before it eventually did.

Slowly counting down the mile markers we finally made it back to Nan in one piece, after what was undoubtedly the longest hour of my life.  Hyped up on a combination of fear and excitement I didn’t stop shaking until at least half an hour and three vodkas had passed.  Two days later I was still scraping insect parts from the corner of my eyes.

It had been a hell of a day. 

Hopefully the final part of the trip would be a little less insane…

Distance travelled: 338km (yes, that’s ridiculous)

Stayed at: Phailueng Guesthouse, Nan – again a bit of a bargain at 250 baht for a quiet room with fan, and the hot shower got quite a workout that night.

A bit of a ride in northern Thailand, part three is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Be sure to check out the first part of this road trip if you haven’t already! 

After a restful night in Phayao broken only by the regular cacophony of roosters, traffic and a painfully malfunctioning fridge, Lauren, Stuart and I eased our respective backsides onto our scooters and hit the road again.  It was time for temples.

Day 3:  Phayao to Phu Lang Ka

Like most towns of any size in northern Thailand, Phayao has a good collection of wats dotted around.  Even for someone with a relatively low temple tolerance like me, these ones were surprisingly interesting.  If your children have been playing up recently and you’d like to scare them into submission, for instance, a trip to Wat Sri Khom Kham should feature highly on your travel itinerary.

Looking at statues like this makes for a perfect family bonding experience, right?

Depicting Buddhist notions of heaven and hell, the sculpture garden doesn’t exactly tone things down for delicate sensibilities.  Fortunately it didn’t take long to wander round the small park, so we were able to leave before sinners like me had our tongues pulled out or were eaten by wild dogs.

Further out of town was the sprawling Wat Analayo.  The good news is that there is a road that goes all the way to the entrance, avoiding the need to climb several hundred steps up the crumbling staircase to get there.  The bad news is that we discovered this fact at the top of the aforementioned staircase.

It sure was pretty though.

The wat had been added to repeatedly over the years, so consistency wasn’t a strong theme.  From looming rabbits to wooden stags and carved dragons guarding ornate temples, there was plenty to look at in the hour or so we wandered around the grounds.  Plus it was a pleasant change for our feet to hurt rather than our butts.

Onwards we rode, soon leaving the highway behind as we tracked northeast through Chun and climbed the forested slopes towards our destination for the night.  It was one hell of a ride, the winding roads becoming ever quieter as the tropical sun slowly turned our exposed skin a delightful shade of red.

Tired and suffering from a minor case of heatstroke we bounced up the rutted trail to the optimistically named Phu Lang Ka Resort, a place of stunning views and minimal comfort.  Unfortunately cold drinks were apparently not a big seller around there, as the nearest ones were in the village 8km away.  Damn.

Once that problem was finally resolved with a final ride back down the hill, we settled in to watch the sun set over the toilet block.  I don’t remember seeing that in the brochure.  Drinking heavily was pretty much a requirement if there was to be any chance of sleeping on the bags of lumpy cement masquerading as beds that night.

So we did.

Distance travelled: 163km

Stayed at: Phu Lang Ka Resort in a very basic bungalow for a wildly overpriced 600 baht/night.  The bed had lumps larger than the surrounding mountains, a cold shower, non-flushing toilet and holes in the wall big enough for families of rats to dance the can-can through.  But hey, did I mention the view?

Day 4: Phu Lang Ka to Nan

Between the random 3am gunshots and hyperactive chickens, we managed to see the sun rise for the first time in months.  Not a bad one to wake up for, I suppose…

Tempting as it was to stick around for a second helping of watery rice porridge and Nescafe, we decided to make an early start.  The sun broke through the clouds as we prepared to leave, warming our backs as we navigated the sweeping curves down to the misty valley floor below.

The scenery seemed to change dramatically every few minutes as we rode, from open farmland and small villages to dense forests and craggy mountain ranges.  Crossing and recrossing river tributaries the whole way, this hour stands out as one of my favourite parts of the entire week.

Sadly the back country roads could only last so long, and the traffic increased as we rode the tree-lined highway towards Nan.  The biggest town in the region, it seemed far removed from the tiny villages we had ridden through that morning.

Even in peak season, though, Nan seemed strangely devoid of foreigners.  I spotted less than half a dozen during my time there.  Koh Phi Phi or even Chiang Mai it certainly wasn’t.

The riverside bars that would be packed with backpackers elsewhere in the country here catered mainly to a smattering of locals, even on a Friday night.  Other than the occasional band belting out dubious covers, there wasn’t much of a party scene.

Given what was about to transpire the next day, however, not waking up with a hangover was very fortunate.  Far from the relaxed couple of hours exploring a few temples I had planned, it would turn out to be both the best – and the worst – day I’ve ever had on a scooter…

Distance travelled: 127km

Stayed at: Phailueng Guesthouse, Nan – a bit of a bargain at 250 baht/night for a quiet room with fan and a hot shower.

A bit of a ride in northern Thailand, part two is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Typically I’m not a huge fan of zoos, but it is hard not to make an exception in Singapore.  Large enclosures purpose built for each type of animal means they have at least a hint of their natural habitat to enjoy.

Breakfast with the orangutans was the highlight of the day, watching them watch the humans as all of us apes sat down for a meal.  If these guys had had cameras it would have been hard to tell the difference…

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The Friday Photo #93 – Breakfast time at the zoo is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Two scooters.

Three people.

Eight days.

1385 kilometres.

Thousands of photos.

Stray dogs, mountain roads, stunning vistas, lumpy beds, sore butts, amazing sunsets, no tourists.

One amazing road trip around northern Thailand.

"If you’re about and up for a bit of a ride, keep it in mind."

So ended the typically laconic message from my mate Stuart when he mentioned late last year that he would be in town for a while.

I was going to be about, and I was definitely up for a bit of a ride.

Day 1:  Chiang Mai to Chiang Dao

And so it was that one warm January morning, loaded up with a couple of small packs and a full tank of gas, we headed north on the road out of Chiang Mai.  Like the trip to Pai several weeks ago I had Lauren on the back, but unlike that trip we had a bike that actually worked properly.  That would come in handy.

Highway 107 was busy as far as the Pai turn-off, but the mayhem subsided a little once all of the minivans stuffed with nauseous backpackers had careened off towards the mountains.

The original plan had been to grab a leisurely lunch in Chiang Dao and continue east in the afternoon, but the idyllic setting and full bellies led to a swift change of plans.  Well, you don’t want to overdo things on the first day … right?

Even in the middle of the day it had been surprisingly cold riding in the shade – Chiang Dao is a mountain town after all – and once the sun went down it became positively freezing.  Thailand has a well-deserved reputation for beaches and sunburn, but as we huddled in our jackets and watched the steam rise from dinner it became a little difficult to remember why.

Distance travelled: 78km

Stayed at: Mallee Guesthouse, Chiang Dao, in an over-priced 850 baht/night bungalow with fan and bathroom. 

Day 2:  Chiang Dao to Phayao

If sitting around eating dinner the night before was cold it had nothing on barrelling through the mountains shortly after 8am the next morning.  With teeth chattering and nose running furiously it was hard to decide whether to ride slower to reduce the wind chill or faster to get the agony over faster, so in the end we opted for a completely unsatisfactory middle ground that left us still stamping the chill from our feet in the midday sun several hours later.

We must have looked ridiculous bundled up in several layers of clothing as the mercury continued to climb, but damn it had been cold.

Traffic was light that early in the morning, but once we turned onto route 1150 it pretty much disappeared.  Down out of the mountains we swept, with just the occasional slow scooter or belching old pickup sharing the road.  Even with frozen fingers and an aching butt I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.  This was the side of northern Thailand that I had come to see, so different to the beaches and buckets of the southern islands or the glorious chaos of Bangkok.  Most farang never come here, and that is truly their loss.

Blazing through the rice paddies around Phrao we eventually found Doi Farang resort (signposts optional) and pulled up for a surprisingly good coffee.  No time to waste, however – we still had over 150km to go and of the many great things about riding scooters on mountain roads, a fast pace is not one of them.

Rolling into the pretty lakeside town of Phayao late afternoon it was definitely time for a break.  A few quiet whiskeys and mouth-searingly hot food soon put the world to rights, relaxing as the sun fell behind the mountains and darkness swiftly descended.  Another incredible day on the road.

Distance travelled: 215km

Stayed at: Jumjai Homestay, Phayao, a lovely wood-panelled guesthouse one block back from the lake with air conditioning and private bathroom for 600 baht/night.

The colours of the first part of the trip are what sticks with me the most.  Muted greens and browns of the forests giving way to the iridescent glow of rice paddies ready for harvest.  Hazy grey morning mist burning off to the deep blue afternoon skies.  Burning orange sun dropping below the horizon, leaving only the light of thousands of stars to illuminate the landscape.

I had thought I had a reasonable grasp of northern Thailand after spending a few months here, but after only two days on the road I realised just how much more there was to see.

And there was still another week to go…

Continue on to part two of this epic road trip!

A bit of a ride in northern Thailand, part one is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

No, not *that* first time.

Seriously.

That would be an entirely different kind of blog post.

This washed out, grainy, rather crappy image is not the usual sort of thing I post here every Friday.  There is absolutely nothing special about the picture itself – but what it represents to me is very special indeed.

It is the very first photo I took when I started my travels.  It was taken on a $10 disposable underwater camera while snorkelling in the clear blue waters of Hanauma Bay almost fourteen years ago.

Yes, I’m that old.

A few years later I took the print and scanned it in.  I have no idea where the original is now, so this shot and a few others like it are now the only photos I have of those four days in Hawaii en-route to Canada.

Looking at the quality of them now, that might not be such a bad thing.

I think I’ll just stick with the memories.

The Friday Photo #92 – My first time is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

Well technically it’s a winter holiday, but given that winter temperatures in northern Thailand are still warmer than a summer day in much of New Zealand, I’m going with it.

I haven’t seen much of Chiang Mai the last few weeks.  I haven’t seen much of anything at all outside my apartment, in fact, while I’ve been working furiously on my new travel technology site.  It has been a lot of hard work and I’m really pleased with the end result, but now it’s time for a break.

By the time you read this Lauren and I will have thrown a few things into a backpack, jumped onto our new-well-not-really-but-new-to-us-and-much-better-than-the-last-one scooter and headed north.  When we get back we will have:

- spent a week riding 1000+ km on a 110cc scooter

- explored dozens of small towns and villages in a rough figure of eight loop between Chiang Mai and the Burma and Laos borders

- seen some gorgeous landscapes

- taken hundreds of photos and plenty of video as well

- gotten very sore butts

The route will look something vaguely like this:

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We’re taking this trip with Stuart, the founder of the really rather wonderful Travelfish website.  That site is pretty much the bible for travellers in SE Asia, and I used it continually throughout my trip round this region last year.  If you’re going to pick one person to do a road trip like this with, I’m pretty sure he would be it.

So that’s it really.  I’m not lugging my laptop with me so updates will be few and far between.  Just for the comedy value  I might try to write a post or two on my phone, but don’t expect much.  They’ll be short, bad and may not get published – or even written – at all.

Catch you in a week!

We’re all going on a … summer holiday is a post from What's Dave Doing?.

A couple of weeks ago I laid out my plans for 2012.  A few people have since told me that they seem pretty ambitious, and I guess they are.  Still, I’ve never really been one to die wondering.

First on the list was releasing two new websites by the end of February.  Well, as of today the first one is alive and kicking!

Back in the middle of 2010 I first met my friend Dustin, and we have seemed to just keep crossing paths all over the world ever since.  Hanging out in Vietnam, Cambodia, Canada and Thailand, the idea of a website focused completely on technology for travellers was first thrown around in during those damp days in South East Asia, talked about continually for the following 18 months and has now finally come to fruition.

Too Many Adapters is the end result.

Both of us have been geeks even longer than we’ve been travellers, so we know what matters and what doesn’t when it comes to travel tech.  If you want to know whether your phone is ready to take travelling, how on earth to back everything up from the road, which Kindle is the best for backpackers or pretty much anything else to do with "technology for travellers", we’ll be covering it.

There will also be round ups of the latest travel technology news, app and gear reviews, some no-holds-barred opinions and a bunch of other great stuff several times a week.  Oh, and because we realise that no matter how much experience we have we’ll never know it all, we’ll also be reaching out to other tech-savvy travellers with plenty to say on the subject.

Ok, enough hype.  Here’s what I would love you to do to help us get Too Many Adapters off to a flying start.

Help us out

Firstly, go take a look at the site.  Leave a comment on the articles, and drop us a line telling us what you like and what you don’t.  All feedback is highly welcomed … seriously.

Secondly, follow along for the ride.  It would be fantastic if you liked our Facebook page, followed us on Twitter and added us to your circles on Google+.  Subscribe to get the latest updates by email, or to our RSS feed if that’s your thing.  Talking to ourselves is fine, but having a conversation is much more fun!

Lastly, tell your friends.  If you like what we have to say then please share the site with your friends.  I don’t care how you do it – anything from a Facebook "like" to sending a message by carrier pigeon is fine by me.  Just help us get the word out!

I’m really excited about this new venture – this is something I have wanted to do for a long time, and by making it a dedicated site it will have the platform it needs to become a truly valuable technology resource for travellers.

See you over there!

Big announcement: Too Many Adapters is live! is a post from What's Dave Doing?.