I'm on a tent. It's 23:16. It's hot, there is a concert we miracously do not hear. It's 00:00. I open my tent and let air in.
Today we had a great day. That's what we'd have said if we were in the beach. The 34 C in the afternoon almost took down Alfonso during a climb in the last 800m before the camping. Wait, what do you mean the camping is full? We need another 15km back from where we came from?? Ok. They were super nice in what later became the camping were we did not stay: they gave us water and a table to eat and rest. But nice as they were, they were unable warn us we would pierce a tire in the last-last part of our trip.
The morning was actually the best part of the day. We woke up at 5 am, left my house at 7 am. We wish we had left earlier : the alarm of a nearby house rang from 10 PM to 7 am (we suspect it still goes on until now). Also, there was 30 C INSIDE my house regardless of the time of day. Kind of like inside the tent, actually.
I was saying, the morning was the best part of the day. We did 100km to Carcassonne before noon. Which is very impressive I think. We were confident. Too confident we later learned.
We drank water like... Horses? And still the heat was very extreme. We need to stop riding in the afternoon we decide. Specially the next days that we will have fewer kilometers The end of the was celebrated drinking sprinkle water in the bar at the definitive camping. The main event was the arrival of the third brother who came riding from the Narbonne train station.
Now the team is complete, nothing should ever go wrong. We go to sleep late and very tired.
