Dawn was great, but sandstorm kicked up again shortly after

I got up at six, the usual time, and snapped this panorama on the way
out of the refectory after breakfast, around seven-ten. Back then, the
air was fresh and clean and almost sweet-smelling, but between eight
and ten, the dust started blowing again, worse at moments than
yesterday’s storm.

One hundred and a half

Ha! Dragged myself out of bed this morning and onto the piste. Slept
poorly and dreamt about fishing, I the confirmed nonangler. But all is
well; I got to that magic 100-mile mark I’d set for myself three or
four weeks ago. It wasn’t a bad run, either; the dawn on my left was
spectacular (if behind me) and it generated a counterdawn: a fluffy
pile of pinkish clouds in the west, about ten degrees of arc over the

 Still need two more bike rides to get to 500 miles, however. I’ll have
to wait for the afternoon for that.


Dawn and two sunsets, one out the back of an helicopter. Happy New Year!