I wake up with food poisoning, feeling miserable. When I get on the bike I notice that my crank is loosening. One of the bearings got destroyed and I need to change the bottom bracket. Luckily, I carry a spare and find a car mechanic to help. The kids there dont really know how to do it but they have basic tools and I instruct them. Got a bit worried when they hammer on it but it works. At 9am I am finally on the bike heading up the first climb. There is military, police and private military everywhere, so I am happy I didnt ride at night. I climb almost the entire day until 2.200 meters. In the evening I feel a bit better but still sick and am happy when I finally find a hotel.