One of the worst days ever. The wind is so strong that I cycle with less than 10 kmh per hour. After 60 km I stop at a gas station and wait for the wind to slow down. Before sunset I set off again into a tamer wind. At midnight the wind picks up again and develops into a proper storm. I struggle to keep the bike straight and desperately look for a sleeping spot. The landscape is completely flat and open, it’s impossible to pitch a tent. After two more hours I find an abandoned house to camp behind. Only cookies left for dinner.