I can't say the ride from Leonati to Bazine, KS was particularly thrilling. The three of us benefitted from less wind, so it wasn't as stressful or strenuous, but it was no more or less scenic than previous days. Let's fast-forward to our campsite, shall we?
The Oasis is a house, where Elaine and her husband decided to set up shop as a B&B for all the cyclists they saw pedalling by over the years. If I recall, they have been in operation since 1979.
Hey, Anderson Bourell, you'll love this one: Elaine gave me some charcoal pills when she heard I was feeling unwell. Unclear whether they helped, or not, but the McDeath did begin to subside at the Oasis.
The Oasis, nice and needed as it was, was a bit weird. I suppose us 3 young guys just weren't used to being around many people, let along two old folks who liked to chat. They might not have got the fact that we had just put in a 160km day through the wind and popcorn-fart fields, and had probably passed 20 words between the 3 of us during that time.
The group prayer in the morning was also weird. WEIRD. REAL WEIRD.
PS: I guess the day's journey wasn't that uneventful: