All I wanted to do was to take a quick trip to the beach to watch the sunset. I left my apartment around 8 and somewhere on my way (pretty much where the pink and blue lines split) must've completely lost my sense of direction – instead of going north-west like I thought I was, I headed north-east. After about an hour of restless cycling I came to realize my mistake and took a turn (on N44) – the sun long gone. I made it maybe 500m when the fucking bolt of my left pedal loosened and after another 500 came off. Not having any tools with me and not being able to screw it back in – it was slightly damaged and therefore constantly jamming – I had to walk.

I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF FUCKING NOWHERE!!! ALL AROUND ME WAS FOREST, BIG MANSIONS AND NO STREET LIGHTING!!! I HAD NO GODDAMN CLUE OF WHERE I WAS, IT WAS GETTING DARK AND NOT A SINGLE PERSON AROUND I COULD'VE ASKED FOR DIRECTIONS!!! I HAD MISSED THE SUNSET!!! MY BIKE WAS BROKEN AND I HAD TO FRIGGIN' WALK MYSELF OUT OF THAT BIG STEAMING PILE OF SHIT!!! MY HANDS WERE COMPLETELY BLACK WITH FUCKING BIKE OIL AND I HAD RUINED MY FAVORITE PAIR OF SHORTS!!! MOST FUCKING FRUSTRATING HALF HOUR OF MY LIFE!!!!!

After about a half hour walk of cursing and deliberately trying to cycle without a second pedal – totally fucking ridiculous of course – I found a bus station, giving me at least a slight idea of where I was. There were no stations shown on the map but from the bus lines I could guess my position: way off. To make a long story short, I arrived home at about 11. Instead of 7km, I made a 29km round trip of which I walked half. Instead of biking for about 50 minutes there and back, I was on the road for three whole hours. I didn't even see a glimpse of the beach nor the sunset. And all that after having the maybe best party here in Den Haag two days before.

Damn karma.