One day, we were driving to go skiing in the lower-middle of the province, which still very far. When we got about here, we were waved to the side of the road.

Oh, we waited. How we waited. Hours passed, and we heard rumours. We decided to walk into the fog and see what we saw, which we knew would be an accident, a pileup.

Some nice people handed out shortbread cookies and mandarin orange slices. Mmmm. There was no-one hurt. There were 20 or so cars in the pileup.

We were there for about three and a half hours, until all the cars got moved off the road. We ate goat's cheese with crackers. Mmmm.

That's a long time, but we didn't care so much. Not so much at all. Other people were driving to an airport, and they missed their flight, and they did care. But not us.

All in all, it was OK, except we got there later than we planned.