Wind tunnel, fire ants and camping preppers.

Moving on slowly and fast after the second big stop of the trip and the party, in this strange way of treasuring memories while pedaling.

We are good, readjusting to the heat and the stickiness of the sunscreen-sweat cocktail. The ants seemed to enjoy it when we camped three nights ago as they basically ate the two of us alive and the bites are still itchy sometimes. It sucks.

Biking in the rain or the heat can't be avoided at some point and, once again, when you travel basic you also get to appreciate the basic better = tunnels and bridges provide shelter! And what a bridge we found, man! Under the road, part of the bicycle lane and perfectly positioned for it to be the closest to a wind tunnel we've ever been to! Sweat dried immediately and we stayed one hour just enjoying the hoboshade there...

 

A couple of days ago we arrived to a camping by a lake where you can actually swim. We waited for people to leave the beach area and by the time we got in the water, almost round moon was above our heads. The water was warm and the bath was really enjoyable, with violins in the background and swans racing us with their little fluffy babies behind.

The neighbors in the camping area were again old people in motorhomes who looked at us with mixed feelings of pity and admiration. At some point they started to put everything inside and a woman came to warn us from the coming storm (hail, lightnings, possible flooding, heavy rain and crazy wind) expected for the night. We thanked them politely but assumed she exaggerated. Well, she did not. But we had some fun time all throughout the storm, lol, so no stress for us :)

Sunny morning and clean air after the rain. Here we are, 130 kms and 6 days away from the location of our second festival, planning to go for another swim and even a shower while all the things that got wet inside the tent last night get dried up.

Happiness is a warm gun, Kelly sings.