Hot Legs

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So here is a question for you:

When people from the bidet-using world (such as Spain) visit countries in the non-bidet-using world (such as the UK) are they completely disgusted by our filthy ways?  AND (supplementary question) how do they wash their cycling kit?

Washing cycling kit will be high on many a Spaniard's list of jobs this evening because the whole of Spain was out on bikes today.  Plum and I were in our summer skimpies but every Spaniard was wearing full arctic-survival kit.

Last night we celebrated all that Europe has to offer with German beer, Italian food and Spanish wine.  The pizza was especially good and fully overlapped the bus steering wheel that we always carry to check on portion sizes. 

Today started with a lovely flat 40 miles down the coast, mostly on cycle paths.  We stopped for a pastry and Coke and my legs said 'that was a nice ride, I should be ready for another one tomorrow'.  I explained that we had to do another 40 miles TODAY and that the 2nd 40 were hillier than a hilly thing and you should have heard the reaction.  They are my legs and did as they were bloody well told so we are now in our target hotel not stranded at the roadside, but they REALLY aren't happy about it.  They are demonstrating their displeasure by generally aching and refusing to climb stairs.

We  are staying in a converted railway station that is now a restaurant with rooms.  It is very nice but:

1/ doesn't appear to have a bar
2/ isn't opening for dinner until 8:30 (this is silly even by Spanish standards)
3/ isn't serving breakfast until 9

None of the above facts fit very well with our modus operandi (I think I will try and use more Latin in this blog in future).

It is now 5pm and we think the nearby supermarket might be about to open for a few milliseconds so we are off to buy 3.5 hours worth of beer.

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