The thermometer read minus 3 degrees at 7:30am when I finally mustered the courage to emerge from my sleeping bag. Nothing I guess compared to Rob Luxton’s minus 20 morning recently in northern China
A very flat day with a slight headwind towards the end of the day saw me break 120km over about 7.5 hours by the end of the day. A long day.
I didn’t get into Navoy until about 7pm tonight, and it was tough work to find a spot to sleep. Eventually I spied an under construction petrol station along the road. Upon investigation, I decided to set up my sleeping mat under the eaves around the back of the service station.
Thing is, I was half way through my dinner of bread, cheese, butter and raddish (I love this cold weather – I can now carry butter), when two people rounded the corner at the back of the service station. They hadn’t noticed me, and were checking some wiring, when I decided it was best to say hello.
A startled grunt from the bigger of the two, and then the expected “What are you doing here?”
It turned out that this was a couple that was working on the interior of the service station – a man and his wife. They had come to do a last check for the day before heading back home.
I explained that I was heading for England, and I had nowhere to stay in the town. To be honest, I was tired and would rather have slept there despite the cold (it was a relatively warm 3 degrees at that stage). However they would have none of that, and insisted that I come and stay at their place. Their logic prevailed, and I wheeled my stuff over to their place, and crashed there for the night. Of course not after entertaining them with conversation about me until about 10:30pm…shattered.