Sunlight shines under the door like a ghoul’s grin, yet gives the shutters a halo of golden rays. That’s the new morning, sinner and saint. Soon after the vibrant summer rays have begun to warm the day there was a shrill sound by the sound of the bicycle brakes! More cyclists were arriving! After several morning stretches we knew that this morning will go according to schedule, there is the reassuring sound of clanking pots and the smell of grain stewed in milk at the 1) Gopeng Guest House Cafe where we all awaited to take off.