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So do we.
2 years agoMeeting such wonderful individuals really does act to restore our faith in the essential goodness of people.
2 years agoWhat is it with touring cyclists and their wallets? Paranoia reigned today, as Dodie obsessively checked that the wallet was safely put away.
2 years agoThere was a definite sinking feeling in the pit of our stomachs. Still, all ended well.
2 years agoRead your adventure with your wallet-gave me vicarious palpitations.
2 years agoWe reread the story of the lost helmet. Particularly enjoyed the market and everyone trying to find you a replacement.
2 years agoHow wonderful to see the kindness displayed so far from home ❤️
2 years agoI am always encouraged by the honest and helpful strangers I meet on the road. It’s wonderful that Dodie’s purse was found by Joelle and Jean-Baptiste, and that they were so persistent in their efforts to track you down. Having lost my wallet/valuables on more than one occasion, I’ve found that remembering the honesty and good will of strangers eases and outlasts the feelings of anxiety one has in searching for the lost item.
2 years agoTwo kind souls, indeed. Thanks for conveying my best wishes. I’d forgotten that it was the ride to and from Cronat where I was riding without a helmet, having locked it in my previous night’s lodging.
2 years agoAn, and looky there: in the comments at the end of this post Scott has checked in and provided the details of his misadventure.
Glad it all worked out for all parties!
I seem to recall Team Anderson having had a similar experience, several months ago. The finder of Scott's mislaid wallet was equally ingenious, diligent, and persistent in tracking down the rightful owner.
2 years agoHow nerve wracking! Great ending thankfully. Makes me think of my incident this trip where my wallet sat loose on my bike rack when I noticed it was not in my pocket. Panic stations! Couldn’t believe it was there after many kilometres.
2 years agoCan imagine your huge relief being reunited with your purse. We stayed at that same hotel in Paray and found it lovely
2 years agoOh, my gosh. I’m so relieved for you two, and well understand the emotions involved. I went through something similar back in Wales when I returned from a hike in the mountains and found I was missing my wallet. Like you, it had an outcome that gave a great boost to our faith in humanity. There are fine people everywhere, if you’re lucky enough to encounter them at the right time.
Our incident still turns my stomach when I remember it: https://www.cycleblaze.com/journals/uksummer2022/a-hopefully-brief-descent-into-hell/
Hi,
2 years agoIf my catholic iconography is sound, and that’s never certain, it’s a scene depicting Jesus as a youth in his father’s carpentry shop making a wooden cross, thus presaging his crucifixion, while being regarded by his mother Mary. She is almost always in blue, but the father Joseph tends to be forgotten, so this scene is rather unusual. Jesus usually goes straight from baby to adult, with none of the difficult teen years.
Cheers,
Keith