Getting to sleep in a bed indoors last night was beneficial no doubt, but I still felt pretty wretched. We had breakfast with Nadeem and went on our way.
Turns out I was worse that before. Constantly feeling like you’re about to thrown up while cycling isn’t all that pleasant. The terrain changed from the complete flat we had been riding through before to hilly riding as we slowly but surely progress northwards towards Karakorum and the Himalaya. It would have been a very nice ride that I would have really enjoyed if I felt a bit better than I did, but as it stood I had pull over every 30 minutes to rest.

  
We made really slow progress as a result, Andre was understanding of course. He had contracted a parasite in his gut at the start of his trip in Romania, so he knew what it was like. Still, having to stop every hour or half hour really limited how far we could cycle. 

  
We only made it 60km today, which isn’t a lot at all but we were ready to make it to Islamabad tomorrow. Riding in the hills had the benefit of campsites being easier to find. When we couldn’t go on any longer there was a nice spot right off the road in which to set up.