One of the great things about being out on the road and camping in particular is how quickly you go to bed; the sun goes down it gets dark and that is usually the signal for my brain to say it's time to sleep. There is no TV, no Internet, nothing to keep me awake mindlessly wasting my time. I'm not perfect, far from it and I also have to learn to discipline myself when I'm back in the real world. I know even from this trip that when I stay in a hostel, hotel or at somebody’s house and they have the Internet there I am looking up the latest football news or messing around with my fantasy football team until late into the night. The night is for sleeping the day time is for doing stuff its as simple as that.
I was enjoying a very nice sleep in my tent this morning, one of those nights where camping was good when I was awoken by the small patter of rain on the material above my head. A minute or so later I heard a faint murmur from Kauli “Paul...... it's raining”
The weather forecast had informed us that today was supposed to be sunny but here we were at 6:00 in the morning desperately trying to pack everything up before it got too wet. The only benefit of rain in the morning is that it gets you moving in double quick time; we were packed up and ready to roll within fifteen minutes.
Once again we found ourselves going up today but before getting stuck into the days climbing we stopped at a small enclosed bus shelter where Chef Kauli again cooked up some tremendously delicious and nutritious food. I could quite get used to having a great cook with me everyday preparing my meals.
The hills were not the only thing that went up today and the early morning drizzle was soon once again replaced by some beautiful mid-autumn weather. For the second day in a row we found ourselves reaching heights in excess of 800 metres; but it wasn't hard climbing instead nice gradual slopes snaking up through the trees.
Yesterday I passed 8000 miles and for all of you reading who don't use miles today was the day that the bike and I passed 13,000 kilometres. I still remember the day I rode through one thousand and I posted it up on Facebook extremely proud of myself; we've come a long way since then.
We found a nice small village after about one hundred kilometres, Kauli went to a local health store while I settled in the sun with a nice coffee, this apparently is not part of a macrobiotic diet!
We looked at the map and it seemed that there was a small river nearby which looked like it might be the perfect place to camp for the night. We asked a couple of locals but none of them seemed to know anything about it. We took a short ride and after a turn here and a turn there we were out of the centre of the village and before long we were next to a small river and a lock right next to a wide open field. How strange we thought that the locals didn't even know about this place?
The sun was still high in the sky by the time we unpacked which meant the water in the river was still warm enough for a nice cool wash. In terms of places to camp it was certainly one of the best in recent times. A few people passed by with their dogs and were a little bemused to see a couple of bikes propped up against the wall and sleeping mats laid out on the ground but they had no problem with us being there. After a dinner of nuts and fruit it was time for bed.....yes at the sensible time of 9 o'clock.........so stop reading this blog now, turn off the computer and mostly importantly sleep well, until next time.