7:08 am and I was supposed to be on my way home with breakfast from IRRI caf. There I was retracing my coordinates at one of the long tables already familiar from the countless morning walks. Alright, car won't start, it's raining, breakfast's starting to get cold, don't have phone with me. I'll nurse a cup of coffee and when I finish it, I'll give the car another start. If it still won't cooperate, I'll just hop on the ubiquitous IRRI bus back to campus. Coffee still tastes funny. Whatever happened to the lion king turtle? The birds dotting the diagonal wires are fascinating. Could've brought papers to check. Great, I need to poop.

7:33 am - the Lazarus of a car named Mimi is going at 50 kph to the tune of Arrested Development's Mr Wendel. Looking forward to going home was never this anticipated.