29th October
I left the Desert Resort, more of a back packers place and wound through a village back road when an old fella drove past me in his pick up and invited me to follow him. Handy because within a small enclave of what looked like coconut trees he had his house and adjacent was his toilet which I indicated I needed it and in seconds emptied myself instantly. It passed and apart from a couple of instant shits in hidden parts by the roadside this has been my only illness. But seeing this man in his home location was reminiscent of how I remembered India to be.
I rode and I rode and sometimes I get so tired it becomes impossible to think. As night fell I got off the busy highway and found a gap in the fence that separates the road from the desert and under the gaze of a full moon pulled out my sleeping back and made to sleep which is always badly when I make camp but I was alone and safely unfindable .
Map of the Day
What an oasis with that man. Can't imagine that in the middle of Saudi.
Absolutely amazing your power Nick, I am in awe! I bet every now and then you'd want an icecream as big as you had here with Bernd and myself. Keep going safely !
So many friendly strangers along the way. Makes you wonder how there can ever be wars....
I reminded my pal Dave about your blog (we were at Mach this year in fancy tent numero uno at the top) and he said...'Good old Nick, he's a machine!'
Agreed...you're one tough dude!!
And such a shame that it's the last Mach next year.
☕🍦.....to keep you going!