And it’s on with the flat tires. First one early in the morning. I get to the next building of that weird reserve in which I pitched my tent, despite the signs telling me not to trespass (but if I heeded those kind of signs, I wouldn’t pitch my tent much). In this case however, it turns out it’s a penitentiary facility for minors. A lot of rapists and murderers and such. They are happy to help me though (the staff, not the rapists). Couple of kilometers on and I’m flat again. Hitch a ride to the nearest gas station. Change the tube. So badly it explodes two kilometers onwards. Next one holds for the day.
What I’ve learnt from this day: When you get tired of wasting time you find yourself learning the essentials