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After 10 hours battling downstream, we pulled in and pitched our tent for the night, praying for better conditions the following day. Despite the frustration, we had ticked off over 60km, and we knew with some luck that day-two would be our last of the entire month-long journey. We slept very little as the wind hammered our tent, and we shivered in our sleeping bags praying for sunrise. The next day we rose early, and set-off at dawn with the hope of avoiding the midday winds. Our plan worked and all of the negativity from the previous day evaporated.
