Complacency
This morning, one or two blurry heads appeared for breakfast (best coffee so far; thanks, Nellie). We agreed to travel, first off, not in the direction of our hotel but—laughingly—to add miles by heading towards the mountains for a while, having a look, turning around, and getting back to where we started an hour and a bit later. We knew the main road south was so perfect that we would still complete the journey before an early lunch.
Complacency has a habit of biting back, and so it proved today. The main road had not been upgraded, as the last two days might have lulled us into thinking. It was a shocker! Drivers are hearing squeaks and groans from the cars at every bump; nervousness is creeping into the camp. Will we get there? Only two weeks to go, and it seems within our grasp—but fortune plays a hard game sometimes. We must all pray to the Rally Gods.


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