This is for all of you who have written asking for advice about touring. Take this one to heart – it’s come from hard-earned wisdom.
Don’t, under any circumstances, ever carry a dead mouse in your trailer when it’s 100 degrees out. Seriously – don´t do it. I promise you’ll regret it.
So this morning I packed up my bike in the dark so we could hit the road at first light. We rode a few kilometers, then decided to check into a hotel for the rest of the day. Since we are in a hotel, I don´t need anything from my trailer so didn´t bother opening it. My bike sat out in the parking lot of the hotel – in the baking sun all day.
But then an hour ago I wanted something out of said trailer. And there he was – a little gray dead mouse – stinking to high heaven. The problem is that our pillows were in that trailer and I fear the pillows will be unusable for the foreseeable future…
But really, that mouse is the least of our problems right now. This time Davy is sick. He was fine all morning. He ate breakfast and was OK. We arrived at the hotel and all was well. But as we unpacked our bikes, he started complaining about his stomach.
He headed up to the room and climbed into bed – and hasn’t gotten out yet.
It’s so frustrating. Normally we wouldn’t really mind being held up, but we are so close to the Verhage’s. They are now a mere 230 km away – but we can’t seem to get there. First Daryl was sick, now Davy. How long can it take us to pedal these few kilometers?