Surprise, we're late again.

It starts off innocently. With enough time, we bike a path on the map that turns bumpy and then dead ends.

Twenty minutes lost.

The longer familiar path gets the vote and an hour later, after some nasty uphill bits, we hit the main highway. We try not to be knocked over by aggressive speeding buses who play the horn like Miles Davis.

The maps shows rest of the distance. In forty five minutes? Impossible.

The road has a secret. We speed downhill, through intimidating dusty tunnels and right to the bus station.

Fifteen minutes early.