We should have been stuck in no-man's land two thirds of the way down the hill, but we weren't, we were lying in a nice port watching the colours dance around the water, wondering why we can never devise a plan that is capable of remaining intact for more than two days.
We like it here.
Perhaps we can find a battery. Even better, perhaps we can find someone helpful in a bank who will assist us to pay for the bikes before their imminent arrival.
Perhaps we can stay for a while, but it's Sunday and there's no point working on a new plan today.
Perhaps we will look at that tomorrow.