Week 6 | Day 37 – Monday 4th November 2013
We get up reasonably early after a joint-decision to head north today, so as to not over-stay our welcome here at Herb and Marie’s place. In theory our plan is bulletproof, though as I begin repacking my bags I notice a strange smell coming from my main camp/food bag. Not again! It’s sweet and vibrant, though showing definite signs of rancidity. Again, I try to think what on earth it could be? Then I remember: the grenade! I should have listened to the stern eastern-European’s not-so-subtle words of warning!
I spend the better part of my morning cleaning the thick, spicy sauce from everything that lay within reach of the ticking time bomb. Whilst my gear dries in the heat of the sun Rah and I head into town to grab some supplies; new riding pants (necessary) and a pillow (how luxurious) for Rah, a camel-pack for both of us in preparation for the soaring temperatures as we head north, and a cupcake for Herb in light of his birthday today.