You thought you went out for a nice sunny bike ride, made it all the way uphill close to Vila Cova, got out of breath, stopped at the viewpoint to recharge, clouds came in, your anxiety for getting lost with the bike in the mist kicked in, you turned around, lost your bicycle saddle because you forgot what I told you, you ass got hurt while driving without a saddle, you needed a bottle of water to clean the bloody parts, you replaced the saddle by a piece of cake, enjoyed the climb uphill to the ghosthouse and returned home and got reunited with the sticky bird. Or did you forgot your bike after the cafe visit and some shots of Port with the mayor?