Real Gone Kid Having arrived a little late at the start, Nick made up for it by leaving a day early. There was a tear in my eye as I waved him off...then I realised I could take his bedroom. This was particularly welcome since Plum's snoring was so bad last night I ended up sleeping on the sofa. Not Fair The Spanish do not appear to have any concept of 'weights and measures'. In Blighty we have rules about such things and people to enforce them. If you buy a pint it will contain 20 fluid ounces....or if it doesn't you are required, by law, to make a sarcastic comment to the barman. Something like "could you fit a scotch in there?" is traditional. Because Malaga is an area with many Brits, every bar offers a beer size called a "pinta". If you are very VERY lucky this may indeed be a pint but usually it is just the biggest glass they have, which could be anything from about 40cl upwards. You won't ...
We plan our trips, as far as is practical, to enjoy decent weather but this is never a given. A bit of rain is to be expected, and nothing to be afraid of, but the forecast for Lisbon was wetter than a wet thing. Faced with the prospect of finding shelter for building our bikes then 20 miles of sub-aqua cycling to our hotel we resolved to get a taxi. Arriving into Lisbon, there was a noticeable absence of rain so figured we might as well revert to plan A and cycle. The promised long queues for biographic data capture didn't materialise. Those cunning Portuguese had found a way round the problem...they didn't bother trying. As a man who has been preparing his stool sample for several days this was a bit of a disappointment. Finding a good spot to build the bikes is always a challenge and today we came up with a corker. We hauled the boxes off the oversized baggage belt and built them right there. This created the tantalizing p...
I managed to delegate the big responsibilities for cooking last night and just played a supporting role. Everybody got fed and I heard no complaints so I'll call that a success. There was a large communal fire pit and, after dinner, our film crew were keen for some shots of us sitting round the fire talking bollocks...so we obliged. I rummaged around in the woods for some kindling then set fire to a fair chunk of a giant redwood that was sitting in the log trunk waiting. The night in Redcrest Resort is always a memorable one and I think it delivered again. Today we did another 26 miles along the Avenue of The Giants ending with a lunch stop in Garberville, a place that distinguishes itself by having more homeless people, hippies and general weirdos than usual. This despite the bar being set pretty high in Northern California. If California were a country in its own right it would have the 4 th or 5 th largest economy in the world....
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