Headwinds, a cyclists worst nightmare.

Headwinds, a cyclists worst nightmare.

I set off to a beautiful morning and managed to knock out a quick 60 odd miles (my speedo was the only thing that didn't make the flight the mounting part has snapped, it can be fixed with glue when I find some) using the distances between places/time on bike I can guess my distance. At about 1pm I spotted a nice looking cafe/restaurant and decided to get some lunch I managed to ask for a menu and a coke, (I won't ask for coke again its really expensive out here). Not being used to the prices I thought because it was so cheap I would only get a small portions so I ordered 2 burgers and chips, it would turn out I actually ordered 3 main courses. Still my appetite had kicked back in so I set about eating all 3 dishes, I did it all apart from half a burger and that was only because the bread is horrible its the same stuff that is used in England for those long life hotdog rolls.

Back on the road I was feeling good for doing a century when the headwind picked up, it killed my speed I was doing about 6mph, to go faster just wasn't possible. I got to a town general guido about 5.30pm due to my slow speed I decided not to push on and find somewhere to sleep the countryside has flattened out and as far as I could see there was nothing I could hide behind, eventually the road ran along side a dried river bed which dropped just enough that no one can see me. I just hope its not connected to some sort of sluice gate that they will open in the middle of the night. Strangely I feel safer in my tent than I did in the hotel last night, I thought it would be the other way round.

My body is covered in dry salt and dust so I have to be careful when rubbing my face or its like using sandpaper. I am absolutely filthy far worse than I ever got in Europe doing the same thing.