He had a side bag.
The woman following him was the female counter part, the spitting image of Kate Bosworth- only blonder. There was a moment on the street today I thought I was hallucinating from the 20 hour non-sleepathon that some like to call “assimilating to jet lag” (Still awake by the way… twenty seven hours strong baby…yet…so…weak) when I thought I saw thirty Kate Bosworth’s on identical bikes and various clothing (all stylish) charging towards me. And then I remembered I was in Copenhagen. This is where the beautiful people are hidden. Just as Santa makes presents in the North Pole so no one would never find them, God kept the beautiful people in Denmark. It’s just too cold for people to take the initiative to go get them… the presents I mean.