Day 43

Miles: 380

No shots fired from the pylon last night, the guard must have been up there all night but nada banditos. Nothing quite gives the same quality of sleep as being safe in the knowledge that there is dubious looking guy with what looks like a well used pump action, standing 100 ft above your head whilst you are locked behind some vicious looking razor wire.

We headed back into the dust bowl at 6:30am, which eventually gave way to some rather smooth black top for the...