Die drei Tage waren Sch.......... Tage. Und was ich an ihnen so mag- sie waren konsequent. Immer Sch..-Tage. Hab jetzt nicht direkt Lust alles nochmal auf Deutsch zu schreiben, daher hier ein englischer Text. Turkey, small road up into the mountains: Bend 90° left hand, road wet, gravel (slippery??), me in 3rd gear, bike skidded, black hole inmy memory. When I resurfaced: bike on right side, snuggled up against stone, me on back next to bike, no longer on it. After a while (non idea how long) car came, nice driver stopped instead of crashing into us. both - Paul and self back in u pright position. Wanted to take me to hospital/doctor to have me checked. I refused. What I really would have loved was Van, Vanman, Vanman's tea and a couple of enncouraging noises
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