It is hot and we have to cross the desert plains before we can get back into the mountains.
About 50 miles along we stop to refuel. Ahhhhh where's my (Tom) credit card? We check everything and can not find it. Trying to think when we last used it we realised we must have left it at the restaurant the night before. I cannot remember how we got the phone number any how we rang to see if they had found it, fortunately they had. The choice now is do we go back
(Tom has an aversion to going back so this was a problem) or risk telling the restaurant to destroy the card. Tom thought on it over a cold lemonade and decided to take the risk. We now had to think how we're would get the replacement. We carry on.