Mike Lee Is Right

When Mike and I were walking the streets of Bucharest observing general high strangeness, he turned to me (after the circus, before the wild dogs, and about an hour before the brass band's take on "El Condor Pasa"), and said accusingly, "This stuff never happens when I travel alone. It's you."

After having been crunched in the doors of the Copenhagen-Malmo train line, I am now inclined to believe him.