I bet even the Dalai Lama would get pissed off at the world if he had to ride all day into a headwind. Unlike yesterday, when the headwind struck up around midday, today it greeted me with a sadistic edge from the moment I woke. I even got up earlier than I have before to avoid it, but there it was. I pushed on and my mind maintained some sense of calm. This was helped by the knowledge that the harder I pushed the sooner I would reach Barn Hill. Barn Hill was a paradise in my mind, mostly because there was ocean there, but also because two people had boasted separately how incredible it is: white sandy beach, clear turquoise water, stunning cape, and comfortable station stay. So I pushed and pushed. I made it to the turn off by midday, wherefrom a 9km track led down to the coast. I only made it a ninth of the way. That one kilometre took me about half an hour. The reason: the track consists of soft sand. I couldn’t do it. Birds took flight as I screamed in frustration. I need a rest. I need a bath. I need some more fresh water. But I got none of these things. My consolation for turning around was searing heat, a strengthening headwind and another night wallowing in my own filth.
|Distance ridden today||90.13km|
|Average cycling speed||14.4kph|
|Total distance ridden||5,979km|