The umbella snags on a bundle of overhead power and telephone cables (of which Dege has many), and brings the whole lot crashing and sparking to the ground.
I escape electrocution by about a foot and half.
Whoever said that time-biding at 3500 metres was safer than cycling at 5000? (PG??)
The story has a happy ending though.
Rather than waiting for six weeks for a BT engineer to come out and suck his teeth, the truck driver climbed up onto the roof with a roll of electrical tape, and within five minutes the bright lights of Dege were glowing again.