Droughts

Man vs Wild

And thus I started my trip through the desert with no car, nor a horse with no name. Walkingbetween the tall cacti and the dazzling rocks from the moutains that lit up the horizon to the east. Only a few miles after I couldn't see the hotel, I was terribly tired. The sun was hitting me with all its might and I started to melt. I sat in the thin shadow of a cactus and I started to use my water bottle. I accidentally spilled some of it on the rocks that were heaten by the fiery rays of the Sun. It evaporated instantly. I too, felt like I was evaporating. I decided to go reconoitering for water. I looked at my cell phone, no battery, no signal. The highly technologial device that served me as an extension of myself was now nothing more than a rectangle, reflecting the deadly light in my eyes. I had only one thing left to do: getting to San Cergiero as fast as I could.I radically changed my way of moving. Adapting to the new situation, and recalling what I had seen in Bear Gryll's TV show «Man vs Wild», I tried to save my water and my energy by walking carefully on the rocks that were placed chaotically on the desert ground while using the least water possible. I also recalled that my room at the hotel displayed a map showing every watertank located in the area. And by «every», I mean the only one. This one fortunately, was, according to my memories, only three miles away. I decided not to drink until I had it in sight. And I did so. The sun finally going down after an eternity of roasting me acted as a relief. Another relief that came to me at this moment was to see the shadow of the said tank appearing before my eyes (I was tankful lol). Drowning in joy, but still not in water, I drank all that my bottle had left and I ran (I rak lol) towards the cylinder that was shining in the sunset.Out of breath, I bowed before the water tank. As I looked up, it appeared that the metal was covered in pieces of paper that said «no water». Disappointed, but not yet hopeless, I ran towards the tank, looked inside, and saw it was empty. I was alone in that rocky hell, exhausted and thirsty, and with no way to cope with the dehydratation. A skull that was sitting there was looking at me and seemed to mock my suffering. When you're dead you don't need water. That's when I knew what the issue behind the droughts was. When there is no water, the body tries to shift into something that doesn't need it : a corpse.
«What wouldn't I do for my special miso...» I thought. I Chiyo Ramirez, would die a spinster... But my complaining was interupted when I saw a tiny lizard, of the same kind I had seen before, drinking water at some hole that was dug at the bottom of a cactus.