6.30: Start cycling, talk to myself, sing songs, play Desert Land Discs (I play Kirsty and myself, airing next week). Look at the beautiful sunrise and the beautiful changing scenery.
11.30: Stop for lunch, two packets of instant noodles. Delish. Stretch. Realise how much more I have to cover that day.
1.30: Siesta time, find a tree (if there is one!) Sleep and write in my journal, read a little and wait for the heat to subside a little. Talk to lady Love (my poor bike is so gender confused. It can’t work out if it’’s a boy or a girl, I keep calling him (her?) he, but his name is definitely Lady Love. No wonder he’s (she’s) confused, with me riding him all day, I would consider changing sexuality just to get past the humiliation)
4.00: Set off again, head wrapped in my kikoy for sun protection, get my ipod out and sing at the top of my voice songs that I have already heard a thousand times. N.B. If anyone ever plans something like this, don’t bring an ipod shuffle, bring an iPod mega.
6.00: Spend half an hour picking my spot on the side of the road. Stop for the night, try and set up camp and eat (pasta and tomato sauce) before it gets dark.
7.30: Watch the sunset, then read my book, whilst trying to keep my torch off so I am not swarmed by insects (I am constantly jumped on my bugs and crickets)
9.00: Get in my tent having looked at the unbelievable night sky.
10.00: Hopefully be asleep. It isn’t comfy sleeping on a mat every night.
Throughout the day: Eat 100 Jungle bars (oat energy bars), sweat, swear at the road, wave at people, occasionally meet someone if at a campsite and chat away (I get very chatty when I meet people! It’s as if I had taken some kind of drug that makes you talk constantly thinking you’re being really entertaining, and it’s not until the next day when you’re feeling rough and full of regret that you realise you were chatting constant rubbish. Is there such a thing??)