I woke up SO tired today. Exhausted. Getting out of the tent was a monumental effort.
Initially I thought it was because we’ve done almost 15 hours of exercise in the past three days after doing 0 hours of exercise for close to a month.
But later on when I peed I noticed it was midway between yellow and orange.
Why do I do this to myself?!
I’m badly dehydrated. To the point where taking a nap on the side of the road, in the sun and sand, seems like a reasonable idea.
I was probably dehydrated last night and further dehydrated by morning. The only water we had available yesterday was some very brackish water we had picked up the day before. It tasted horrible and as a result I didn’t drink enough.
We are in the northern reaches of the Atacama Desert. The driest place on Earth. There are areas here where no rainfall has been recorded…ever.
Hydration is a constant battle. Starting the day dehydrated is bad. Trying to rehydrate while cycling is a difficult task when we’re exposed all day to the hot, dry desert sun.
In this condition, it’s going to be a long, hot slog today. We refreshed our water supply last night, but the water on the coast is always a little salty. Thankfully, we found someone selling bottled water down the road from where we camped. There was nothing else for 30 miles.
By late afternoon I’m feeling better, my spirits augmented by a 3 liter KR cola (Peru’s Coca Cola) we shared in Ite. Probably not the best rehydration drink, but it gave our systems a kick-start!
At first I thought I was imagining Ite. Its impossibly lush fields with grazing livestock are surrounded by the driest landscape I have ever seen. Ite even has wetlands. So bizarre.
The green of Ite ended as quick as it began and we were back on the pampa.