Meeeeh it was a groggy slow morning. I spent the first 2 hours hiding away in a lovely air conditioned station, slowly coming back to life and making plans for the day. I settled on the idea of a 70km ride north to a lake. It was 40C+ once more and my plan was to chill out in that bay boy when I got there and cool down my body.
MAAAAAAAANNN, I was sweating. It was dripping off me like a leaking tap. At one point I pulled my phone out to take a picture but NAAAAAAHHH, the screen was just too wet to respond to my fingers. BUMMER.
Eventually I got there and wasted little to no time, stripping down and ran in Baywatch style.
Once I had cooled down all my muscles (bulging quads, shredded 6 pack, calves to die for, and guns so sculpted, they wouldn’t look out of place in an art gallery, oh yeah and my little chicken chest) I found me a little place in the hills to camp. My new thing is sleeping next to cemeteries, (it sounds a bit dark I know) as they all have a tap with drinkable water at their entrance (this one also had a random phantom plug socket out front too)
For supper I finished half a Camembert with a baguette (I’m so fucking French these days) and podcasted myself to sleep.
New number 1, ultimate, supremo cycling song
Kiss – I was made for lovin’ you
