Not a very bright day that was, as a figure of speach, and it was so because it was too bright. By ten the clouds were gone and the sun had heated up the soil, provoking these hot west-wind that hit me sideways and took my breath away.
But I did not want to spend six hours until four doing nothing, so I kept fighting until twelve and started fighting again at two.
When I arrived in Guna I hid in my hotel room for the rest of the day. I don't deal well with the heat and find it as bad and even worse than minus degrees.
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