Perfect Day

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The equilibrium of a touring cyclist is a finely balanced thing and it is surprising how small things can quickly shift a day from good to bad. Take yesterday for example:

No eggs for breakfast.....bad day

Tail wind.....good day

Mediocre hotel and indifferent eveing meal....bad day

Sort through panniers and find a clean pair of pants you had forgotten you had.....brilliant day

After yesterday's roller coaster of emotions we headed down to breakfast with trepidation.  Would there be eggs?  It is a 4* hotel, surely there will be eggs?  But what if there aren't eggs?  

THERE WERE EGGS!!!!! There was the thing that isn't bacon, there were two types of anemic sausage and even potato omelette.  

This should have set up for a superb day but it was long (80 miles), a bit dull and with some very crappy road surfaces.  We coped manfully until mile 72 where we discovered that out intended route was closed and that the alternate involved cycling illegally on roads through the port and heaving our bikes over various barriers.

Then, of course, we were in the middle of Seville with traffic and tourists everywhere.  No matter, we made it to our hotel where the receptionist told us that the contents of the mini-bar were complimentary.  Ergo......good day. (That is absolutely your last Latin).

Tonight we are going to dress up in out cleanest, finest clothes (yes, including the newly discovered clean pants) and hit the town.  We have been hoarding little slivers of soap and hope to be able to go out with all the main smelly bits washed!

PS....I'm not sure what a 'Willy Motor' is but feel I should have one


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