Amy promptly crashed into a posh white car while cycling out of the town, although it wasn't her fault - he nosed out into the traffic from behind a parked car and she had nowhere to go and no time to stop. The driver was trying to blame Amy and wanted us to pay for the damage to his car. We politely told him where to go, but he pushed the issue so I hailed down a police car and he soon backed down. We were on the road again by 11:00. It was a fine sunny day as we claimed a steep small road to the top of a mountain pass and sailed down the other side past subsistence farms and small wooden houses with chillies and corn drying on their porches. That evening we stayed in a hotel again because Amy deserved a bit of luxury after getting run over earlier.
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