Sticking to the shade it actually wasn't that bad. About halfway through the run, the water in my bottle already felt like tepid tea rather than something refreshing. Luckily I found one of those old hand-pump faucets by the side of the road and gave myself a cool shower on the back of the neck.
The stats -
- Number of drunken, passed out men: 1
- Number of strays: 4
- Chased by: 1
- Number of new anti-NATO graffiti: 2
Oh, and much love to the guy who sprayed me with his hose as he was washing his car. This one was for you!
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