sweet

You finish work after a longer than you’d like week and have a quick chat at the lights, about good bike matching and good bike manners.

You get yourself a glass of wine and a bit of a wander about at a gallery, being Hijacked or otherwise, before random drinks at the Sardine Tin with fellow refugees from other cities.

You remember that you never really liked the voluntourism gig, despite having done it and – for the third time today – discuss the relative pros and cons of the Australian volunteer program.

And then you remember, it’s just me and my bike for a better life.

Presumably, I shall rediscover this at Rollers?