You won’t believe this. I barely do.

Almost at the end of my ride I decided to do some errands before settling down at the campsite. Did some groceries and went to a bike shop to ask about that sidewall cut. Ended up getting a spare tube just in case. Then slowly started to head out to the campsite, while strolling around the downtown. Finally I made it to my destination and as I was about to pay I realized that I am missing my wallet… panic mode on. Camp host quickly realized how bad the situation was and helped me out by backtracking my ways to the bike store with her car. But now luck - wallet was nowhere to be seen. We went back to the campsite. Game over. She decided to call the police and I decided to give it another shot by bike. No further than 1km into my rage ride she calls me to tell that someone found it! We met at the spot where I lost it and I got my wallet back!!!!! I owe this lady big time! Aaaaaa what a lucky day ❤️