I’m not the biggest fan of extreme temperatures, nor am I one of the people who like heavy rain while they’re biking home from the other side of Rotterdam. It just happened that I went in Delfshaven to work on a project with a colleague of mine, and we did some good progress, so at about 2 a.m. I decided to go home. I live in Kralingen, so as I said in a previous post, there is a bit of distance between the two places. And just my luck… EXACTLY 10 SECONDS after I got on the bicycle, it started raining. Needless to say that this is a moment when any friend would go “BHAAHHAHAHAA HHAAH WOOOO HHAHAHA”; and that is exactly how my colleague let half his street know how unlucky I was that night. Well, I guess it’s still a random rainy night in a spell of good weather that Rotterdam has been blessed with lately; but it’s so annoying to ride around for 20 minutes in the rain, with only a T-shirt to keep you warm. And the worst part is that even if when I left my friend’s place it was only a drizzle, by the time I reached the city centre (that is half-way home), it really started pouring. Can you imagine how much energy you get at 2 a.m. in the morning the second you feel the cold drips on your neck? Well, it was a lot in my case, cause I was going as fast as the cars on the road. I think I could’ve written a 40-page thesis with all the thoughts, words and ‘blessings’ that went through my head; too bad they were kind of unrelated with my chosen topic. It just seems like the right time to start carrying the umbrella in my backpack…