We’re convinced this desert has no end. We are stuck in a Groundhog Day of cycling. Every day we wake up and it’s the same thing; desert and a blasting headwind.
We did not encounter any towns today. The few buildings we came across seem to be abandoned.
We suspect the zombie apocalypse has started. Everyone passing us is driving like a maniac, like they want to get as far away from wherever they came from fast.
It’s been a while since we checked-in. Something major could have happened on the world scene and we’d be none the wiser.
It’s the end of times, we’re sure of it.
The only people we meet all day are two cyclists on the third day of their tour. They look shell-shocked. Maybe they too are on the run.
We don’t know how to say zombie apocalypse in Spanish.
I suppose we cyclists are the most prepared.