I woke up around 2 o'clock in the morning. The tent was shaking hard with wind, was nearly blown off. Pegs of the fly sheet had come off the ground. The sheet was flapping terribly. The wind seemed to be never ceased. I eventually had to sneak out of the tent somehow, and fixed it with using lines and heavy stones around. Fine sand was blown in through the mesh of my summer tent. I slept with gritting it in my mouth.
It was still windy when I woke up around 6. It changed to rain after 8, and continued all day.
The state had changed from the Inner Monglia to Ningxia. Route 110 was often cut for constructions. Much fewer cars were on the road. Much fewer people were walking in the bad weather.
The altitude was over 1100m. The vast land of arid region looked shabby under dark grey sky while people with no umbrella walked here and there on the wide road. Well, that's how it was reflected in me as I felt miserable in the cold rain.
The way to the next city seemed so far as I was afraid that I'd missed my way. I checked in a hotel as soon as I got there.
13 July 2008, 烏海, 3283km
