”What the hell??!!!” I said loudly … making some people sitting at the table next to us turn and look towards us.
It was a rainny afternoon and we had urgently stopped in a Mc Donalds for some coffee and free wifi, hoping to skip another day cycling soaked. ”Pretty busy place for such a small town” I thought to myself, as I watched all those impatient customers waiting for their big burger menu satisfaction fighting over their turn on the counter… I looked towards my coffee, then unplugged the external hardrive from my computer, plugged it back in and sighed…
”Fucking hell this can’t be happening … ” I said while looking at Spyros looking back at me from the top of my tablet’s screen… ”’What’s going on?” he asked.
I had no idea how to put it down to words, cause at that moment the only thing I wished for was for everything to be ok after the restart my tablet was doing. My hope was about to go down the drain soon…
In a few seconds I had the desktop back in front of my face, and the same error popping up: Error in device. The external hard drive would not correspond no matter what.
I had just realised that 15 days of travelling, photos, videos, and everything from our life back in Rotterdam and our time spent together there … was gone. Plus a lot of older pictures, files and precious memories … all gone.
I took a sip of my coffee and felt a feeling of anger mixed with disappointment and frustration coming out while I was breaking out the news to Spyros.
It was the craziest deja vu, cause last summer I had my tablet’s motherboard burnt while cycling from Netherlands to Portugal …
”I should have known better … ”’ I said, while listening to my words made me reflect to so many things going on isnside my head”.
”All these things I don’t need anymore … not letting go of… so much attachment… they weigh me down” I thought, as I placed my diary and tablet back inside the bag on the top of my back luggage carrier.
”Rain is gone, time to pedal little fella” I said to Darwin while wrapping the strippes around him.
A rough evening would follow…This entry was posted in Cycling Sutras