Day two with Alan to the top

Dear Diary,

I am tired. My wife misses me but I will continue doing my job.

I have probably one of the hardest jobs in the world. I deliver fuel to this lodge called "The Top". 10 times a year, I have to travel two thousand miles to The Top. To make things worse, not much of the journey is on paved roads. I have to constantly drive through jungle rivers, shovel my truch out of mud holes and expose myself to danger I get off my truck, bringing the risk of being attacked by animals.

Today, Alan and I went for lunch at one of my favourite restaurants in which I was such a regular that I was treated like a king. The chef Feral Cheryl fires up an American style breakfast. However, what ruined my breakfast was Alan asking me if I enjoyed my job. He then starts to give advice like hiring a assistant.

What annoys me every trip reappeared today to dry whats left of my little patience. The hot wind decided to return and drive red dust into the air. The air thens collect on my sunglasses, my lips and my eyes. Due to the irritation of my eye I was unable to concentrate and entered a section of rocks too fast. We both slammed against the ceiling upon impact. I can swear that Alan cursed when our heads hit the ceiling.

What cheered us up was when I was covered up with diesel and dirt after refilling the truck with fuel as the both at us laughed at my bad luck.

However, as I had predicted, my bad luck soon returned. When we arrived at The Jardine, Ben left although I beeped my horn in order to catch his attention. We will now have to wait till tomorrow morning before being able to cross The Jardine as Ben only returns tomorrow morning.

Thats all for now.

Signing off,

Garry