The call to prayer just prior to sunrise, lound and strong shook me from my sleep. Closer than i thought. But definately the perfect time. I had cooked my porridge and drunk my coffee and pedalling softly bu the tine the sun was fully up.








Pushing, lifting, kicking, grinding, shouting, then crying. My ankles are swolen and bashed by rocks and my pedal. Once again alternating pushing and riding, I repeatedly was desperate to ride so I could give my legs a rest.
And hot the sun blazing down all day. (Better than snow though 🤣)

I stopped at a small resturant for rice, chicken gravy and yoghurt. Great for mid day specisl. The only problem is that i do feel lethargic strait after.
I took a wrong turn and had to carry the bike again and pushing so a cruel end to this lovely route.










Hey Mark you are made of tougher stuff than me that looks like hard going while here I am sitting on my turbo moaning about a bit of drizzle!
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If you did mire than 10 mins James you did more than i ever could. Are you getting out on tge road at all?
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