-´Well I don´t have a mobile. Why do they assume everyone´s in the system?´ he´s becoming indignant.
-Because they´re in the system?
-But I´m not
-Sotto voce (because I´m a coward): then you´ll wait until they happen to come back to reception.
-I won´t have a mobile, I´ve fought with the bank to not have to carry a cashcard. If you have a mobile and a cashcard ´they´ can know where you are all the time.
-Yeah, but why would ´they´ care? If ´they´ want to know where I´ve been, they can ask!
-If anyone asked me where I´d been I´d give ´em what for
-Where have you been?
-Oh, Norway, Sweden, we´re heading for Prague...
From Colditz I rode to within 40km of Dresden, stopping at a fairly typical campsite (hot water 1 euro for 4 minutes. And it takes 3mins to warm up. Cheapskate b*st*rds). I wanted to buy some soap from the campsite shop, which required loitering for about an hour for someone to turn up and pursuading them to open the shop. Its the end of the season now, many campsites are running on skeleton staff. While I was waiting, a middle aged couple drew up in a small car towing a tiny caravan. I thought I detected an English accent, as they discussed together the problem of there being a barrier across the road and no staff at reception, so I asked where they were from. ´France´ replied the man. ´You speak excellent English´. ´Well... North Yorkshire originally´. Why not say that at first? He can see perfectly well that I´m English. It transpires that he has been living in France for 15years, in order to get out of ´the system´. He keeps mentioning the ´system´, while hopping from one foot to the other in paranoid agitation. I point out that there is a number he can ring to attract attention, pinned to reception door, if he has a mobile