She was already there early in the morning. She had chosen the place beforehand. Just over the top of the climb, in the berm on the right side of the road. To be safe, she had put on a rain jacket and a cap – rain had been forecast. She sat on that one square meter for hours. She got up only to peer down the road. Police motorbikes passed by, a procession of trucks and the advertising caravan. But that’s not what she came for. Not even for the riders.
She came for the cameras.