Off Day

When I'm packing my things early in the morning, the jiffy-stand sinks away into the muddy ground. Hardly awake, and the motorbike and I fall upside down, and it is quite a pull up to get the Yamaha on it's wheels again. I curse just a little because I am in a good mood and am on my way before the sun comes up. I'm just getting some juice for my bike and myself and when I come out, my backtyre is flat !


Shit, even a fool can see that it's flat, because there is a big fat nail sticking out of the tyre.
After an hour everything works again and while I'm driving under the killing sun, it is 35°C, it starts to rain. There are thunderclouds everywhere. Darn, it's really pouring rain and I wait for 3 hours at a little supermarket. When it starts to get dry, the tyre is flat again and I'm starting to get fed up with it. This time it is a screw. After fixing it, it starts pouring rain again so I'm not really getting anywhere. Finally the sky clears up and I make a beautiful ride along big cornfields that follow me for hundreds of kilometres.
Suddenly a bird comes flying out of the bushes and bang, it gets killed.
In the evening I arrive at a national park. You can find those all over the United States. There are about 1 million mosquitos waiting for me and they look very thirsty. They sting me everywhere, even straight through my clothes.
There is humming and buzzing around the tent and there are really hundreds of those bastards on the mosquito wire-netting. In my mysery I piss in my own water bottle because I really have to take a piss and leaving the tent is no option because the flies would eat me alive !