We woke to walk, and unfortunately had to carry on walking to the point of discomfort...10am in the morn the heat was intense, the rucksack is heavy..the rucksack is always heavy, always there bugging me, every pore sweating, haggard and fatigued...hauling ourselves along a motorway to find a gas station to raise the thumb. Eventually we found one, a healthy stream of cars and trucks were sifting through.
All day we waited as dead eyes and looks of distain fell upon us, Caroline hasn't experienced this type of day yet...after 3hrs dribbled away it often becomes disheartening and hard to muster enthusiasm for passing possibilities. 7hrs later without even a bite, a massive crack of thunder signalled a downpour, the sky went black...It gets dark at 6pm now, this effects play. 'Things get harder when it's dark'. Sick as chips we legged it toward some Hotel lights flickering off in the distance.
This Place was a prison!, thankfully we were given a rickety cabin out the way, pushed into some corner of this Country Club Complex of concentration. It was all a bit 'Children of the Damned', hollow smiles and perfect people...no laughs bellowing from anywhere, just a gym and a hoard of robotic staff monitoring everything, a well oiled surveillance team patrolled the grounds fuelled with suspicion.
Managed to find a movie in English on the TV...this rare treat was a perfect method to help the mind switch itself off and kip.