Serious Looking Huli Wigman --- Pedaling way too late into the evening, I had to reach low ground soon. Sweating profusely, I was uncomfortably chilly.  Coming from New Zealand, I had enough clothing to bundle up and cocoon myself inside my jungle blanket, insulated between two sheets of heavy plastic, laying on top of a pile of dry leaves, I could make it through the night.  But I've been there, done that before, and didn't want to do it again, unless I have no choice, so I kept going until I could go no longer and chose the next bottom of a downhill to find a campsite to call home for a night.  It was too dark and I had to use my flashlight, which I had been rationing time on of late. 

Almost finished setting up in the dark, a dog showed up. That was not good, people lived near.  I had no choice but to make friends, with nothing to offer, other than a empty hand.  But then, even the promise of an empty hand can sometimes be better than nothing at all.