Day 36 - through Adrasan

While camped in the forest, the expected nocturnal invasion of wild pigs completely fails to materialise.  They are cunning animals, and clearly intent on keeping us guessing.  We walk onto the Camel Camp, our first source of water since midday yesterday.  Since crossing the mountains four days ago, the quality of the track has improved.  It is slightly less stoney, and more of the track has soil / leaf litter on it, providing a little more cushioning for our feet.  Either that or our feet have just given up on complaining.  The only other thing to report is that the Gods of Fashion have intervened, and Fiona has lost her Afrika Korps sun hat.

Fiona modeling her new sun hat.  Note the less stoney condition of the catwalk. 

We have lunch in Adrasan, and treat ourselves to eating on the river.  Now this is more like a holiday should be.

Me, smelling so bad that the restaurant staff insist that they will only serve me if I keep my feet under water.

Then we head out of cool, refreshing Adrasan; and back up into the hills.  We camp out in the forest again, about half way between Adrasan and Olympus.

Today's tortoise count : 1.  This whole tortoise count thing is starting to take off in ways that I'd never imagined.  Having recently discovered that Asian gambling syndicates are following the blog's tortoise counts; today I discovered Hansie Cronje hiding in the bushes at the side of the track, with a bag full of tortoises.