That guilty feeling

I was having coffee in Escobar and Kostas suggested I camp twice a week. I thought once a week was enough. But guilt got the better of me so rode home packed the bike up. This always takes at least 2 hours sespite doing it numerous times. I estimated leaving at 4 and arriving at my proposed campspot 30kms away at about 5.30.

Ifcourse i failed miserable to leave at 4 and ended up leaving at 4.30. The first half if the ride is easy and flatish.

Then up up up, the road is ziz zaggy and a bit rough.

But I got some sunset pictures looking back.

Then the road crests and drops into a lush green valley.

I found a tree to lean the bike against and once again on Kostas’s suggestion I pitched my tent looking at the open sky. I amnot putting on tge rain gly so I have a near unimpeded view of the stars.

I had noodles for dinner, I know an easy cook 😉. Then a cup mug of camomile tea.

I finished eating and washing up by about 8 and went to bed.

There really is nothing else to do. Little bit of reading.

But I had a night from hell. No sooner was i horizontal condensation landed on the inside of the tent in puddles. I stopped breathing for at least an hour but to no affect. I couldn’t sleep, the inside of the tent was streaming like rivers onto the floor. I felt cold i felt damp, when i moved the sleeping bag touched the floor or tent wall and sucked water in like a sponge. Then the cammomile tea affect was not to make me go to sleepbut to make me pee, i could not count how many times I go up, neotiated the wet walls, and sleep continued to elude me. I shivered more. My feet were cold despite wearing 2 pairs of socks.