So - have you ever screamed at the wind? Really screamed, as though your very life depended on it?
So - have you? I mean, have you? Demented, whirling-dervish cursing, using words you had forgotten, then some that don't even exist, words that would make even Captain Ahab flinch?
What manner of weather gods could throw such a wind in your face, directly in your face, forcing you to fight for every horizontal gain, crawling your way forward? On a road that looked like this- for 80k...?
A god, perhaps yes, but only a demon would then decide to take that wind from a furnace, 36c in the shade and rising. Not that there is any shade mind you. Only a demon would do that.
Or if you have never screamed at the wind, have you always sat in a comfortable chair, cushion at your back, remote control beside you, cool drinks stocked in the fridge? But, above all else, comfortable? Well, I can tell you.....
(Editor; this post has been interrupted to allow Mr. Dalziel's medical team to administer his medication. Normal service will be resumed shortly....).
........one hour later......
Now, where was I? Ah yes. Today we headed south into a bit of a headwind, and later on it became rather hot, forcing us to take a siesta in the shade of some trees beside the road. Looking for a wild-camping spot and feeling a little sweaty the end of the day came up trumps - we stumbled across a little piece of heaven in the form of Evan and Anna's home.
More of this on the next post.......