We had spent the night in a small private home that was accustomed to taking in guests over night:
Then we headed north, leaving the winding country roads and the green behind.
…diving head-first into the heat and into the dust.
The only thing interesting out there were some weird earth formations:
I figured some of them might have even been buildings once:
There was the occasional modern-day grave in the middle of it all:
Oh, and the road sucked big time, by the way:
50% was just a dirt track like in the picture above, and the other half was melted tar:
It gave our tires and shoes a whole new look though – brand-spanking new!
There was supposed to be this rather large lake next to the road, but we never really got close enough to see it:
It was too hot to venture off the road anyhow.
We had lunch somewhere:
And then we turned heads.
How do I explain this… both Shrek and Prince Charming will know what I’m talking about: people turn their heads to look at you, either because you’re so pretty (the prince) or because you’re so…special (the other one). Anyways, people will turn their heads to get a good look.
…and they will most likely forget about anything else that might be ahead:
“Something’s wrong with my vehicle!” the driver had said after almost crashing off the bridge.
The only thing we didn’t know: were we Prince Charming or were we the other one?
The rest of the way was just some more melted tar:
When we finally came to a little settlement, we almost lost hope because it looked so deserted:
There were people though, and a friendly shopkeeper gave us some water and let us stay in his house:
Was this an indicator that we were indeed more like Prince Charming than we were like Shrek?
…but now I’ve come to notice a considerable amount of body fat visibly hanging out over my waist in the picture above…
Maybe we were both, one Prince Charming and one Shrek.
“I think it was the hottest and darkest night I’ve ever had in my life.”