3kms to go. My legs burn with every rotation of the bike pedals. Time is slowing with each passing metre as I will myself to push on. 2kms to go. I approach the hill that takes me past the village temple, signalling the half way point of the last bike ride for the day. Sweat runs across my brow as I lift myself from the seat to drain the last of the energy from my tired legs. 1km to go. Around the last corner to the village on the red dirt road, dust from a passing motorbike swirling chaotically all around me and settling on my face and in my eyes. Almost there. I dismount the bike and push it through the soft sand, ready to park it behind Grandma Black’s hut and hope I never have to sit on a bicycle again. I’m home. Time to cook dinner for the volunteers and hopefully get some sleep tonight.