Fail to plan…
As the afternoon turned into night, and then into rather late indeed, I cursed myself for being so bloody stupid. I was waiting for a recovery truck to come and fetch me and my bike. At first, I had been given an estimate of four to five hours. Not great, I thought, but decided to wait. That was at 4pm. Then I was informed that the truck would be with me at 7:20pm. It didn’t turn up, so after a while I called them. Apparently, it was now an hour away. An hour passed and no truck appeared. I called again. It’s just half-an-hour away now, I was assured. Deflated, I stopped calling them, and settled into a long wait. I was finally picked up at 10:30pm. I was livid. Not just…