It was early morning so the streets were still quiet and the air fresh with the scent of vegetation from the overnight rain. Yet the few locals who were up and about waved vigorously with big grins to our entourage of sidecars as our procession clattered past.
We must have made quite a sight as we revved through thatch-roofed villages and infinite acres of lush banana and rubber plantations. These soon gave way to flatter landscapes of paddy fields and the odd ox, which told me we were close to our destination: breakfast, but one like no other.
