Lost and Losing My Cool

Saturday I got lost, twice. On the first occasion I was attempting to head out of Portadown following the signs for Sustrans NCN Route # 94. All of a sudden I was surrounded by motorway on-ramps and a sprawling shopping centre. As the map I had was of no help, I stopped at gas station and hastily purchased a local road atlas. It, however, did not provide sufficient detail to either tell me where I was, or, where I wanted to be. I lost my temper; I threw the map on the ground, jumped back on my bike and tried to negotiate my way through the labyrinthine parking lot. I was steaming mad. As I rode back to where I had last seen one of the blue/white/red NCN signs, I was swearing out loud, cursing up and down. Thankfully there was nobody to witness this pathetic spectacle.

Retracing my steps, I soon found what I was looking for; a Route #94 sign directing me onto a–somewhat hidden–bicycle path. Back on track I stopped, got off my bike, removed my helmet, drank some water and sat on the grass for about 5mins to calm myself down. Soon, I was back on the bike and heading north, blissfully unaware that I heading towards a second dead-end.

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“Hello” I said to a lady and her daughter doing some gardening, “I seem to be lost. Could you possibly help me out.” With a knowing smile, the lady quickly advised me that yes indeed, this was a dead end and that I was not the first cyclist to arrive at this very point, equally as frustrated. There was just one option: turn around and head back to Portadown, to the very place I had originally arrived nearly 3 hour earlier.

Trying to find solace in the proverb who knows what is good or bad, I eventually found a cheap place to stay, ate dinner and went to bed. Hopefully, tomorrow would be a better day in the saddle…