Beejo didn’t get its outing yesterday, as I was a bit wrecked from dancing all night at a super cool white party. Today we were back on track. At nine this morning we were back at the wadi. The plan was to go along the bottom and then take a track up to the plateau after a few km into the wadi. It was so hot, I thought I was about to collapse. Mr S (which stands for Super as in Supercyclist) told me it’s all in the mind and we should go a bit faster because there was a stray dog trotting along behind me. Had I had some energy that could be diverted away from focusing on not fainting, I would have probably said something I regretted.

After sorting out the over-heating problems (took off my cute pink bandana, no time for being cute in the desert it seems) Beejo was able to pick up some speed and I think Mr S thought my new attitude was cuter than the pink bandana had been. Still, it wasn’t getting any cooler.

We had to push the bikes up the hill to the plateau because it was too steep - for me anyway (see pic, we came from the bottom to the top) - to cycle up. Back up the top the breeze picked up and so did the speed. I managed my first, albeit unintentional, jump since I was a kid. Way too much fun. In fact, Supercyclist was a little concerned that I was going a bit too fast! Too fast?!! There’s no such thing..until I fall off. As for now, Beejo is happy, and so am I.

Definitely think that evening cycling is better though: temperature was 35C when we got back to the car.