I promised Moira that there was no wind, but it was howling and and as i had not put the fly sheet on everything in the tent was starting to get covered with a layer of fine sand. So in the middle of the night with the wind trying to rip the flysheet out of my hands i struggled and got the fly over the tent a little less sand entered.
But in the morning the fly sheet was soaked with consensation.
As for the day I know the route was flat and a following wind. I rode 100kms and sat resting under some palm trees. I put the tent up to dry it out. Then i rode to a hotel and went to sleep in the room.
I knew there would be a strong following wind so as always i woke and packed early. Im stull following the paralell road to the one with vehicles so its a pleasure to ride and not a worry to start when a little too dark.
I just keep the pedals churning at a steady rhythm. I stop every 10 to 15 kms just to relax but this is an easy ride, no hills just a very light rolling route. By 11.30 i had done 120kms and I rode towards a petrol station.
As i changed gear i heard an unusual noise. I looked down and noticed the front derailleur was not shifting. I ride into the gas station, parked up and inspected.
Im also timing my run into Salalah so more distance today I cannot be bothered. I just sit feeling frustrated. I can ride in the small chainring but this will curtail my speed a bit and also force me to adjust some of the rest of my trip.
I loitered for the rest of the day and at 6pm isg break fast time the guys i was with gave me food. I had a good afternoon/evening.
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