I wake up at 5am having slept right through from 8pm ish. I can hear a chorus of diesel engines start as the fluro go to work. I can't get back to sleep, but I don't want to get up. I put on my riding gear to help dry it out, and have "breakfast" in bed. Breakfast consists of yogurt & apricot pastries. Then I hear the rain, which makes me want to stay right where I am. I skip a coffee, and pack up to set off relatively early. It's a good thing I did. I can describe today in two words: UP HILL today wasn't the most enjoyable. I met a couple of guys going the other way. I recognised then from a post on facebook. I think they were on their second day (everyone seems to be smashing it). They looked shattered. I discovered why a little while later what I hit the longest, steepest decent yet. I remember they had talked about it. They didn't do it justice. After what felt like a hell of a lot longer than 50km I arrived at Booner Mundak hut. It's a cold windy spot. You can hear the wind roar up the valley long before it reaches you. I may have to cook dinner inside. I also discovered that something had eaten it's way through my bar bag to take a chunk out of one of my muesli bars. I don't know when it happened, but I'll be using the food storage box from now on.