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I doubled back and rode a good five kilometres but still there was no sign of
Chris. He must have somehow gone further ahead. Eventually, Sergei and his mates
came back. They too had seen nothing of Chris.
With simmering frustration I had to turn down the offer of a
banya
. The fury
renewed my energy and I rode ahead blindly, venting my feelings.
'It's typical. Anything that remotely breaks up his routine or disturbs his train
of thought is a distraction!' That included having to wait for me on the roadside. It
was the same in regards to filming. Whenever I wanted to do some filming, Chris
would say, 'Not now, let's do it later.'
For me, filming enhanced the experience; for Chris it detracted.
Bloody hell, he probably considers offers of hospitality a distraction as well, I
thought.
Fuming, I eventually pushed the bike into the forest and set up the
loue
shelter.
As I lay down to the crackle of the fire it occurred to me that it was just as well
Chris wasn't there.
