I was going to ride to Same today, but I woke up feeling completely exhausted and deep down wanting to hide away for the day. I looked outside and saw the world shrouded in mist and rain. I took this as permission to hide. I have spent much of the day thinking about how I will present my journey. Recording the journey is becoming an important way by which I can reflect on what I’m doing and why. In a small way, it is also important for me to be able to receive a little praise from family and friends, which helps me through the tougher times. I got so engrossed in my work that I almost forgot where I was: holed up in a run-down building within a remote mountain village in Timor-Leste.
|Accommodation||$ Old Pousada|
|Distance ridden today||0km|
|Total distance ridden||8,477km|