Today, I collected my bike from the bike shop where it had just been serviced. I cycled back to my house. All on my own, my first time cycling on the road with big scary cars and trucks whooshing by me. I was terrified and petrified. The last time I rode a bike, I was about 9 yrs old. And I fell and injured myself. So you can imagine how absolutely frozen with fear I was. I had to keep reminding myself not to give in to the urge to close my eyes as it would most likely be the last thing I ever did.

I eventually reached the house alive and breathing. I went to put my bike in the bike shed where I met the Iranian guy who had just come back too. And he said, "Congratulations! You made it!" And I replied, "Shit, I'm freaking terrified" I had to go to the kitchen to drink 2 cups of water and a cup of hot chocolate before my heart rate started to return to normal. Shit man.. being all alone in a strange land doing scary things alone really scares me to death. I need to get some heart attack medicine.