Baking soda

Two days straight walking in the midday sun certainly mean something must be up. Bearing down on the backs of necks, the harshness toasts the skin to an awful hue. Shirtless reveals the ringed mark of most shirts leaving bare the flesh hammered by the rays of the sun. The now caking sunscreen oozing from the pores didn't look like much help. Dehydration goes into overload and anything usually savoured over hours is downed in a few seconds. Always wanting more.

Soon Van

Friday, 23 January 2004 - 09:05

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