At last, I´m up and running. Caught the bus to San Juan, met up with Sophie and Anya from La Cumbre, dawdled a lot and set off on the bike mid afternoon, just when it was hottest, relaxed in the knowledge that the town of Talacasto was only 50 km up the road and I could eat out, stock up, etc. EXCEPT that Talacasto doesn´t really exist. It is a name on a map in a desert and whoever may have lived there once certainly doesn´t anymore, so I slept in the desert, with big rocks outside my tent in case I had to scare away pumas, under a full and yellow moon. This is pàrt-and-parcel of my no planning plan. I like it really. Next day was a wopper. 116 km in a very hot
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