Yeh, an art exhibition, on my own, who’d’ve believed it.

Yesterday I rode to Decathlon to try and find a dry bag.

Then on to The Bike Tales bike shop. We, swapped the tyres around front to back, back to front, resoldered the spade connection back onto the cable of the dynamo, changed the saddle, readjusted the headset, bought a replacement back light, talked a lot of bike tales, became friends.

I went home a happy man.

Then the guest house landlord suggested we go to find a bike box. I sat on the back of his scooter and shut my eyes, 1st bike shop no boxes,2nd bike shop no boxes, 3rd bike shop boxes but a bit small so I took 2 so they charged me 30 Rupees. We rolled up the boxes and slid them between us on the scooter. Driver leaning forward me leaning back holding boxes and handrail, the boxes extending 50cms out each side, every time we went over a speed hump, and there were many I nearly rocked off the back. But we made it back and intact. Large sigh of relief.

I went out to a Tibetan resturant bored a poor girl to death with bike stories, it’s good to talk.

I spent this morning trying to put the bike into the boxes. I’m still living in hope.

Then this afternoon I went to an art exhibition.

I know, I don’t know what I’m doing.