Night. Paris. City bus. But forget all the romance, we are tired and soaking wet from the rain. We are on our way to the guy who agreed to host us in Paris. Giving him a call to make last arrangements. "Please tell me you prepared a hot bath for us (separately of course, we are not that close) and some hot dinner. We will appreciate it so much". "Where are you guys?" – he asked,
"On our way" – I answered, "Sorry but I won't be able to meet you and give the keys, I've got to leave now". That's how our dreams about hot bath were ruined and we were left soaking under the rain.
Crap. He sincerely apologised and I accepted it. At the end I had to calm him down and reassure that we would be fine. It's not the first time we would sleep in the tent. Of course we would like to leave that experience behind but if needed we would do it again.
"What's up" – Kostia was dying from curiosity.
"It's off. Your turn to call".
Sometimes it's good to have a backup plan.