he told me he'd leave round 8. instead it was 10:30 before he managed to pack the vehicle and eat breakfast and say his goodbyes. he found himself tired on the road so he pulled over to take a (3 hour?) nap.
my increasingly frantic calls from work remained unanswered until 6:30 pm, when he called the receptionist to tell her he was alive and well and would be arriving in an hour.
it takes mister monkey to travel 500 km in 9h.
perhaps it was aliens.