It finally happened. The inevitable traffic accident.

There I was riding along returning to the University for another lesson. The rain was beating down and I had just crossed a terrifying junction, but other than that life was merry.

Suddenly a motorbike whipped in front of me, the driver's rain poncho caught on my bike, pulled me along and knocked me into a puddle. I was smothered in rainwater, grit and bricks.

He pulled me out and was on his way, leaving me to stumble down the road alone to get help at the university. I limped along bleeding and crying.

Except it just really wasn't that dramatic and now, four days later, all I've got to show for it is grazed knees. But I can't say I'm that disappointed.