What do you mean, there’s no wifi in the desert?

Tonight I’ve had a text from Mel and the gang, saying they’re having a little trouble updating the blog from the middle of the desert. Mick can’t even do his usual trick of running a bike up the nearest mountain to get a signal.

Nomad Camp, Chicaga

So today we have to picture them, bikes lined up at the Nomad camp, in the middle of the desert. All sitting round the camp fire, getting to know one another a little better. Telling tales of first day wobbles and wheelies, river beds and trails, stunning skies and sand… everywhere.

Really, they’re in the middle of nowhere.