235 km today and Sandra´s bike is still dry. Promising. The first time in months we had to ride in the rain for an hour. First it was a drizzle, but then became rain. It was cool in the morning and there was hardly any wind. Good day I thought. The temperature dropped, the rain started, and exactly on this day my heated grips decided to stop working. At a gas station (the first one in 235 km) we had a tea. They had a hotel attached to it and I asked Sandra how the weather was supposed to be tomorrow. Good she said. Why don´t we ask how much a room is here and carry on tomorrow? Sandra went off and came back with good news. So at 12:00 noon we called it a day and are sitting in a nice room just relaxing while the puddles outside are getting bigger and bigger. It’s so nice when you´re not in a hurry.