June 19, 2014
After 13 days of
being in a limbo and not riding, today we were happy to be on the road again
although it is always difficult to ride out of a big city. After riding about
50 km, we were at the border control. The pass was easy without having to open
our bags. There was a very long line for other people who had huge luggage and
goods. I felt sorry for them.
After a short
ride, we stopped to drink water and fill our bottles. We started riding again. Gradually,
the distance between me and Fausto grew longer and longer. I didn't see him for
the next three hours. I was fighting a nasty head wind and a gradual elevation.
I climbed about 600 meters to 1200 meters. Down the hill, Fausto was in the
parking area of a service station: an empty restaurant, a shop full of nothing
but biscuit and alcohol, and a water tap from which we could take drinking
water.
At 3:30, we left
the service station, bought some bread on the way, got some food from a
restaurant to mix it with our own rice for dinner, washed ourselves with two
litters of water, and now I am in my tent after enjoying the beautiful scenery of
a wheat filed for an hour.
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