Invisible Sun

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An extraordinary thing happened yesterday evening.  We had hunkered down in a bar for the loooong wait until 8pm when we discovered that just around the corner was a pizza restaurant that was both open and willing to sell us dinner at 6:30.  Spain would be a much better country if this practice became more common!

This morning the receptionist politely released our bikes from the room in which they had been stored,  but with a face that said 'piss off and dont ever come back'.

After yesterday's big climbs to get into Ronda we were treated to another 20 miles of very lumpy country to get out again.  Wiith 62 miles on the  clock we have ended the day more-or-less back at sea level but this suggests a much easier day than we had.  We are in Las Barrios, not far from Gibraltar, staying in a nice hotel opppsite the bull ring where, unfortunately, they are staging a rock concert.  It is a major thing and so far we have heard U2, R.E.M and the Rolling Stones perform.  Oh yes, and David Bowie........which was a bit of a surprise.  

Tonight we are told we must wait until 8:30 for dinner at the hotel so we are going foraging.

The song title?  Our run of fantastic weather ran out today and it has been cold and overcast with a bit of a shower in the afternoon.  We are promised the return of normal service tomorrow.

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