[Posted by Neil]
Today we're allowed another 1000 characters, so here are a few more memories from the week:
- Salt stains, everywhere: face, shirt, shorts, socks. Filthissimo.
- Religiously licking every packet clean.
- Seeing a tape (that's an audio cassette for everyone born after about 1990) in the middle of the sand dunes.
- The wind, which blew sand everywhere, constantly, except during the heat of the day when it was frustratingly absent; and the single cloud today, which provided two minutes of bliss before the blazing sun reappeared.
- Speaking broken French to everyone, including (after the day 3 and 5 finishes) English people.
- On the night section, seeing a snaking line of glowsticks on backpacks ahead and the tune of 'Follow the yellow-brick road' coming into my head, with the words 'Suivez les lumie\res jeunes'. Weird.
By the way, this race is jointly run by the French and the Moroccans. The Moroccans have been great.
Today we're allowed another 1000 characters, so here are a few more memories from the week:
- Salt stains, everywhere: face, shirt, shorts, socks. Filthissimo.
- Religiously licking every packet clean.
- Seeing a tape (that's an audio cassette for everyone born after about 1990) in the middle of the sand dunes.
- The wind, which blew sand everywhere, constantly, except during the heat of the day when it was frustratingly absent; and the single cloud today, which provided two minutes of bliss before the blazing sun reappeared.
- Speaking broken French to everyone, including (after the day 3 and 5 finishes) English people.
- On the night section, seeing a snaking line of glowsticks on backpacks ahead and the tune of 'Follow the yellow-brick road' coming into my head, with the words 'Suivez les lumie\res jeunes'. Weird.
By the way, this race is jointly run by the French and the Moroccans. The Moroccans have been great.
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