Tuesday August 25, 2009
 
I cycled for most of the day. It was hot, but flat, and prgress was descent.

I stopped, exhausted, at a cafe. It was closed (as most things are during Ramadan in the day), but I was beckoned over to a garage. They let me sleep in a mini mosque for a few hours.

I woke after everyone had done eating. I was given a couple of drinks and chocolate bars.

I was beckoned over to speak to more people next door. A debate began as to where I could sleep. What where they going to do with this strange boy?

It seemed all were in favour of me sleeping the night in the mosque bar one old man who had black balled me. I was to sleep on a bench infront of the garage.

This was not ideal as I kept having to yawn to signal to the men sitting on the bench that it was my bed time. Eventually they got the hint.