DAY ONE HUNDRED AND TEN: Cold as ice, hot as fire
If the skies are clear it gets cold at night but as soon as the
sun emerges from the hills around us the van almost immediately gets hot. The day
was a lot like the others, pottering around, washing in the river. Vicki decided
she would prefer a solar shower. It was marginally warmer than the river but I’m
sure I had the better rinse.
Because we didn’t
bother with the fire tonight because of the smell we had to be in the van for
sunset, which is about five in the evening. The evening was spent listening to
an audiobook.
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