Chapter 7
I woke up after an excellent night’s sleep, feeling excited about my first bicycle-riding lesson. Today was going to be a lot of fun.
We breakfasted quickly. The meal could have been over sooner but Sestra insisted on eating real food. I really should have tried harder to get her to inhale Zima – it would have saved us so much time. Instead of eating we could have been travelling, or – better still – already having my cycling lesson. But it appeared to be a morning ritual for her and she was in charge of this mission so I couldn’t complain too much. After breakfast, we went outside and could see the crowd making their way along the road, everybody going in the same direction, just the same as the previous day. I wondered where they were all going.
The receptionist had told us
