Perhaps because of the cyclist's instinct, I keep observing if cycling is possible near my home, imagine how you can ride your bike from Wanchai to the Victoria Peak, it's suicidal; how to cycle from Wanchai to North Point? It's another attempt of suicide. But one day when I was riding a tram, I spotted this cyclist.
I immediately thought he must be insane... but wait, I remember some people thought we were insane to ride from Thailand to Tibet. Perhaps this cyclist wasn't insane, but a bit crazy.
We (I mean Pazu and Oat) put our two bicycles at a guesthouse in Dali, I called back last night to see if our bikes are okay, one female staff said, "I can't see your bike!" I tried to explain the location and asked her if she could check it, "Call back after 15 minutes, I'm busy!"
Fifteen minutes later, I called back again. "Why can't you call us later? I just told you to call back after 15 minutes!" She was almost shouting.
"You asked me to call back after 15 minutes at 20:33, now it's 20:48. So what time do you want me to call you back again?" I was trying to calm myself.
Okay, then I called her again at 20:00. She said she had checked it already but couldn't find the bicycles. I did recognize her voice, she was the staff who checked us in the guesthouse and she gave me an impression that she was an axxxxx... okay, I won't swear in front of Kong junior.
How could I sleep without knowing the truth first? So I phoned the place again at 23:00, but talked to the security guard directly. He told me with quite a surprise, "Oh these two are your bikes? Of course they are here! Two black bikes!" And he immediately went out to check the bicycles again, "yes they are still here."
What a relieve! Anyway, we are going back to Dali soon.