I sat around for quite a while in the morning, trying to decide if I should leave the AirBnB a day early to save time. Eventually I realized that if the decision was this difficult, I should probably be resting. It was raining pretty hard out there anyway.
They fried me up a pizza, and a burger, and an order of fish and chips. I strapped it all to the bike and rode back through the intensifying rain, using the promise of a meal to motivate my legs.
The food was still warm when I unboxed it: A decent burger. Really sad looking fish and chips. Frankly awful pizza. But it was food, and I had a raging furnace in me labeled “bike tour metabolism,” so I devoured about half of it, then reluctantly set aside the rest for breakfast. As I ate I watched terrible Marvel superhero movies. Vacuous entertainment for my overdriven brain.
Tyler
Hey uncle, my grandpa says the dried fish tastes like seasoned cardboard. Or a real bad pork rind.
