The red dust swirls up around our ankles as we step on the deserted street. It's still dark and we're yawning like you only can when it's 4 am and you're not still up, but already.
As we walk towards the rental place, I feel my heart beating uneasily in my chest.
A little girl greets us with a smirk as we approach. My stomach rumbles audibly as she asks "You want two?", pointing at the motorcycles.