It only took me 32 hours door to door. No clothes or cranks or seat. British Airlines seems to have “misplaced” a bag they had 8 hours ago. No sign of it now.

I’m gonna drive the hour back to Brussels National to get it tomorrow morning if they happen to locate it by then.

The cabins here are pretty primative. Should be okay for a few days.

I think I’ll go take a walk and see if I get alittle sleepy.

This is going to be a problem. British Airlines had the bag when I was in London, but have seemed to missplace it since. No record of the bag at all now. I have no way to assemble my bike without it. Trudi is flying in at 3 from Spain. Maybe I’ll try to go down to the BMC Service Course and get a bike. As hard as I’ve been trying not to, I’m getting pretty stressed from this whole adventure.