So, What Went Wrong? Part 2

I woke up on the second day incredibly sunburnt, but pretty well rested. I was still in the middle of a field, a field about 6 miles away from where I intended to be.

I got up and I realised how much work it had been the day before, I was shattered. I just about manage to summon the strength to put away my tent and trek towards Lydd.

I made it.

It is at this point where the pictures begin to dry up. About 3 miles outside of Lydd, on the way to Camber I had a problem.

I really needed the toilet. Not the good kind the bad kind. To make this even more difficult, I was walking along side a busy(ish) road without a single tree in the area. I did, however, after 10 or 15 minutes more walking find a collection of suitable trees. I squatted over a log and thought of England. This was far from pleasant. I considered taking a picture, but remembering what it looked like I am glad I didn't.

Relief at last.

It didn't last. Just as I was approaching Camber (I could see the town sign welcoming me, I was preparing to take out my camera and rabbit) a sensation gripped me. I didn't feel right. I didn't feel good. I felt like vomiting.

And I did. A lot.

As far as I can figure, The amount of stress I had put my body through in the previous day and a half had combined with the incredible heat to create the stunning multi-colour that rested at my feet.

To cut a long story short, I got a drink and a sandwich, felt sorry for myself and took a bus the remaining 10 miles to Hastings.

Lucky for me I was staying in a much nicer place that evening that the night before and my aunt and uncle fed and watered me and let me sleep a lot, so I would be raring to go the next day.

My bed for the second night

Day 3 coming next!