It was a little tough day. It became windy in the afternoon. The wind blew from north, which was directly opposite direction of mine that time. I rode barely faster than walking speed, got tired soon and rested here and there. When I pissed by the roadside, it sprashed backed to my face! Yack!
The wind had changed to rain in a few hours. Everything got wet. I hadn't given up camping yet. But it was a silly idea. I went into an unpaved pass, but found houses ahead and tried to turn back. Then I lost control of the heavy bike in the slippery mud and fell down. The fine reddish mud (the soil of the Yellow River?) stuck on hands, clothes, bags, and on the bike in small parts. I knew it would take hours to clean them up, and was desperate. Besides, the condition of my bowels had become strange.
The rain had stopped with beautiful sunset. It was 8 o'clock already when I reached to a small town. My luck came at the end of the day. I found a cheap hotel at once. The room was clean and tidy. People of the hotel kindly let me bring in the muddy bicycle in it. I could use the shower room to clean everything, with using the toilet next to it, and finished cleaning before the day was over.
10 July 2008, ?, 2938km
