Six days into the trip and I can finally rejoice at the pleasure of having caught some kind of cold or mild influenza. Having finally managed to fall asleep in the early hours my body protests violently at the thought of having to get up and about already. At least the stomach is feeling mildly better, but I am not in the mood of taking any chances since we will spend most of the day on the narrow ledge that passes for a road between Jakar and Mongar town, so I skip the breakfast. At 200 kilometers today's stage is the longest of the trip, and we are calculating at seven hours at a minimum, stops not included. I go down to the restaurant to say goodbye to the other travellers still in Jakar for the
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