Rain is the most constant factor these coming days and I drive through it happily. Powerful thunder and strong wind is heading my direction and I change my heavy, sticky rain pants for a new purchase: a legging. Suddenly it’s lycra, spandex ánd rain.
One of these rainy nights turns into a heavy storm where my tent is able to handle it all. Although I am not fit altogether -because of the hard thunder so nearby, the rain noisy on the surface of the tent and the itching of mosquito bites- I decide to go cycling. Sitting in a tent when it’s raining is not my idea of great outdoor fun. The will to cycle is quite strong, something I am a bit amazed of. Of everything actually because this way of living takes so much effort. Everything takes lots of time. There’s no such thing as luxury, or easiness (but it actually is just that!) It’s all very much work: every morning packing a wet tent and unfolding it in the evening to put it up again, still wet. The wind might blow it over the campground if I do not pay enough attention. Then I head for the shower to wash myself and some clothes as well, and start cooking. Then it appears my lighter is finished so I need to find another one. No shops around though. Me swirling over the campground to head to another camper, a big broad smile is coming to me as the sun is able to shine some rays through the thick clouds. This means an evening without rain. Makes cooking so much more a pleasure. Especially with a lighter at hand now…
Cycling Cindy 