Nigel fooled me away on a bike ride over the hills last Sunday.He described it as “a little bit of uphill and then cruising all the way over the hills”. Naive as I sometimes am I thought “that sound good”.So we went up up up and through the vineyards of Covasint.And up up up every flippin hill.And way too late I discovered the bluff and got really angry. There was no downhill. This anger fueled me enough to climb a few more hills with the bike. Stopped for a reconciliation and fika stop and realized that we needed to be in Siria within 50 minutes (=not very possible).It started to rain a bit when we paced off into the forest. Nigel fell over in the mud but was happy as a child on Christmas day. What can I say, what can I say?