I had scouted a place to camp when it was light, i cycled across the road in pitch blackness and put my tent up by an old trailer. Just as i was putting my tent up 3 guys walked up, they were Ethiopian, were sleeping in the trailer, we had a brief conversation then went back to our nite duties.
By 6am i was cycling.
Really there is a lot of desert.
The irony of feeling you do not have to ride so far is that you feel tired all the day. I struggled to get motivated and stopped regularly to drink, i stopped twice to make coffee, eat or just lie and try to relax. And when i git back on the bike i struggled.
I had scoped a frankincense tree orchard and it being a world heritage site it is one of the most boring tourist attractions i have been to. I was lucky enough to turn up at the same time as an British couple and listened in on their 10 minutes private tour.
My legs were getting close to the end of their ability to move, and the route, to honour this took me off road up some brisk hills and a stonker of a push.
I was searching for a flat spot out of the increasingly strong wind.
A Couple of Days Ride Outta....... 