Dirty

There were 4 of those blokes who instead of talk seem to shout everything, any the seem to do it all last night, I woke up intermittently and still they were shouting…. And whistling at their dog. But it seems the days of the quiet fisherman who sits all night quietly his thumb rested on his line waiting for the gentle tug of the perch, the slow play to get the fish on the hook…. no it’s shout all night and the electronic alarm regularly beeping then just jump at the rod when the alarm fires and wrench the fish in.

Anyway my alarm went off at 05.00 and I made my way to Rionero di Vulture. What I had coffee and buns galore and as I was feeling a little ferrel I had a bit of a beard trim which turned out to be the worst trim ever.

The lions share of my route was an 80km 40° in the shade but no shade available nearly straight blast but 2 positives were the wind behind and slightly down hill. After this blast I I plugged in where I thought the campsite was and 40mins later I was wrong, so I had to muster my energies and refind the campsite. 40 mins later (a litre of water and an icecream consumed as well) I got to the campsite.

I have booked the restaurant for some food tomight. (Ok Penny and Sally. 🤨) And it’s expensive hope it’s good.

I have been feeling a bit frazzled these last few days. I do usually eat a fair few pizzas in the day, but today the long stretch of road had no shops or towns to buy anything, there was no shade, soooo hot, and has been for a goid few weeks now. I have also noticed how dirty all my clothes are, I wash every day but it’s just not enough, suntan cream sweat, I’m feeling pretty rough. I reckon I’m going to make a beeline to the coast tomorrow.