When I woke up, I was in my tent in the forest:
I peaked out and noticed that Mah Fren was there, waiting for me to come out and play:
So play we did:
Then I started walking, and the road, albeit going up-up-up, was good, and I felt optimistic:
There wasn’t much in terms of settlements or villages, but one time I passed a little village with a bunch of stores:
And a mosque:
Then there was a wide river bed:
And then I sat down for lunch:
I had this plan where I was going to lay down in the hammock after lunch and relax to regain some strength, so I did that:
Only after about ten or fifteen minutes it started raining. First it was just a drizzle, and then it became heavier and heavier, and there were thunderclaps:
I found some shelter next to a building, and I sat there until the rain stopped. Then I set out again, thinking that I would be safe, now that the storm was gone. Only it wasn’t. It came back in full force.
This cow looked at me like the idiot that I was:
Her friend was hiding behind a tree, maybe from the rain or maybe from me:
Long story short, I got really wet:
At some point it even started hailing:
There was a short pause during the rain, when I managed to outsmart the thunderstorm on the flank of a hill:
But the motherfucker kept following me:
I got so thoroughly soaked that my pants, my shoes, even my underpants were wet, and I started cursing in Spanish:
Actually, I don’t speak Spanish, so I just yelled “no me gusta” and “zapatos, pantalones”. But it was fun.
I eventually made it to Gebele, where people were staring at me from their windows and their doorsteps:
I found a reasonably-prized hotel, took a hot shower, and ordered a hot dinner:
And then I felt a bit less shitty.