It was around 1 in the noon, when we had to stop riding. The tire was now wobbling beyond control. We couldn't prolong it anymore. 12 spokes were broken. And we were in the middle of nowhere. Our friend's bike had gone ahead. We were wondering what to do next when we saw a bike coming from the opposite direction. Delighted we stopped him, asking him if he had seen our other rider somewhere ahead. He had, but almost an hour earlier.
No way of contacting the other bike, no towns spotted in the vicinity and no other riders for as far as we could see. This was not how I had planned my bike trip to go when we started 3 days ago.