Waiting.

In a motel beside Interstate Highway 10 in El Paso. This place is huge. Walking anywhere takes ages - even to get across the Walmart car park - and cycling is a bit scary. Trying not to spend too much money, and counting the days till our train to LA (and flight on to New Zealand) on Sunday. We factored in this week to allow for illness, mechanicals or bad weather, and had none.

Planning a ride out tomorrow, back to the lonely Highway 9 we came in on, and to rid ourselves of the cabin fever, and seek out the desert silence one last time.