As seems to be common in the region, the nights are usually windy and rainy while the daytime is sunny with only some wind in the morning. After drying the tent and wiping down our bikes, we left for a national park that houses the fastest kitties IN - THE - WORLD. We drove the long, straight, perfectly smooth road under an innocent sky until we hit the last town before entering the reserve. From a loud local fruit vendor we received some of his best, shitty oranges. We don't know what is up with these fruits, but everytime we get them they are completely dried out on the inside. Like somehow they have found a way to secretly get all the juice out and then sell them as a whole.
As we were approaching our hundred kilometer mark, we had gotten tired of sitting in the saddle all day. At that moment a big truck was pulling into the main road from fueling up, and we didn't need to say anything to get into formation. With much ease we attached ourselves to his rear compartment and hung on for the next twenty kilometers, until the first "beware of the cheetah" signs started showing up. We diverted a bit from the road to get maximum cheetah action and made some cat calls into the night.