I’m not sure whether I can write a lighthearted blog about this. I didn’t want to talk about politics in these blogs and quite frankly, I’d like to go back to complaining about grumpy waiters. But one does not choose the times one lives in, and in what is becoming something of a pattern, I find myself having moved to a country just in time to catch the biggest sociopolitical upheaval in modern history. Rosie’s in the US this week, so I’m looking after Sam. This morning I dropped him off at his Nanny’s, and made my way to work. My route took me past the local high school, which was barricaded with hundreds of teenagers while black clouds rose from makeshift bonfire made from garbage cans and gasoline. I was briefly stopped by the police, who seemed to have chosen to stop cyclists going to work in place of stopping the kids attempting arson, and continued along my way. My usual route goes slightly out of my way to ride along a ‘rightsized’ street where the bikepath runs pa...