Climbing 1645 meters, down 1207.
This morning there was no wind when I woke up, but like a switch had been turned on it arrived full on at just before 8am, when I was leaving.
We went straight into a climb much to my legs disgust. We had a head wind and side wind most of day. My hands were aching from the pressure of clinging onto the handle bars.
Every time there was oncoming traffic I had my hands on the brakes ready for if the wind tried to blow me across the road. With the traffic coming from behind you just had to hope for the best as it was so windy you could not hear it.
We had a 10 kilometre hill to climb, and thankfully that was the one part of the day that we had a bit of a tail wind. After that it was back to a sidewind.
It was really cold, down to 3 degrees. I was worried about what the bush camp would be like and hoping it was not going to be like the infamous lake camp in Peru where we were at 4,300 meters camping and freezing. When I got to the camp it was really cold, but we had the use of a large garage to sit in and drink cups of tea and soup. Plus access to a hot shower.
When the tent was being put up there were a few snow flakes! And this is summer here! Luckily there was a hill that the tents could shelter behind.
It would have been a cold miserable evening without the shed. We did have the option of putting sleeping mats on the garage floor, but the door made a really loud clanging sound every time it was opened, which I decided would drive me to despair, so I chose the tent option instead.