persuading myself that an afternoon cycle would be the most productive use of time that i was capable of... a new route, back down from luzhou but starting with a left turn and, almost immediately, losing the cycle path but finding an chip and putt course which made me wish for a couple of clubs, between that and the abandoned crazy putting course...then there was a goat farm, scenting the air for a fair distance downwind which was also about the time that i realised i'd been here before, lost, really lost, before i'd worked out that the map app worked offline and had more than a single reference point upon the skyline and then there was a selection of hay bales guarded by a huge duck, also made out of hay...at which point i did it again and took the correct turn which wasn't, adding distance into a strengthening wind while looking longingly across the river at the cycle path i'd thought that i was on...still, after a few decades you get used to it i suppose...