The daily routine has adapted over the last few days to include the incessant rain. The front runners are well into camp when it comes at around 3ish everyday. However anyone who has been caught slacking over the last few days has seen the sun turn into a few clouds, which rapidly turn dark and pour. All seem in good spirits when they come in, the rain seems to last about an hour all in and everything dries off pretty quick.
Next morning we're all packing up wet tents and damp sleeping bags, lunch has become an array of tents drying out around the truck much to the confusion of the local kids who are polite (or scared) enough to sit and watch without asking questions. They tend to run past if they need to get close to the trucks. Have had a few babies burst out crying just by looking at me, not sure what that says about me?!
I've also just had the first conversation about getting home over a beer in the hotel we are camped up in tonight. The consensus seems that emails that have been received from friends just don't understand what the tour is like and that it is kinda scary to go back to normal life.
Helen who has done a similar long trip previously added that she felt claustrophobic when returning home last time as she hadn't been inside four walls for so long – so go easy on us when we come home.