That morning while I take a shower I reflect on one of the big mysteries of the humanity. Because it will find it hard so much work to make showers of that the water goes out to the same temperature during a little bit?
After the treatment “cold heat” of this morning I advance without sorrow or glory in direction of the coast, while I raise the one that for third time promises to be the last hill, until a freeway crosses in my way. Before being able to enjoy the breeze of the sea, I have to get rid of the cars swell and the ocean as award to my efforts one gives me agreeable winds alders, which were claiming that I was in another direction.
A rail bike at the edge of the beach takes me almost up to the town Littlehamptom opposite to a heap of detached houses in the first beach line with ships in garden to game with the curtain and vacationers' remains in the sand.
In a camping to the Littlehamptom outskirts I continue with my investigations on the showers of the world and the different strategies so that it should long to end as soon as possible with this torture. In this case, thanks to a few solar panels, the temperature of the water is stable. It is the pressure the one that changes often doing that I could not stop moving chasing the water jet that falls down of the artichoke to clear up.
Fortunately the lawn seems to be designed to lie down and I enjoy an agreeable siesta before the roars of my stomach wake up me claiming what is his.
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