on after we had just passed a village.  By roundabout inquiry I routed out the owner of a garage and got an inner tube.  He was grumpy and demanded a 75 cent tip; as I had intended to give him $1, I was amused.  Schwanie in meantime fixes old tube and we ride the rest of the trip on it.  A cold, damp rain comes up with dense fog – we shiver and huddle up, cold and sleepy – what a relief to be home!