Here Comes The Sun

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We ate at the Lenny last night.  The place was packed and the food took 40 minutes to arrive so our hopes of a gourmet experience weren't high.  We had ordered the mixed grill.....usually the cue for a large but badly cooked plate of poor quality meat.  

Au contraire!  (last trip I threw in some Latin so maybe I'll go for a few French phrases this time).  Lenny's chef served us a really beautifully cooked plate of food.....possibly the best mixed grill I have ever had.  Breakfast was similarly superb and I now have the official 'benchmark' photo against which the next 14 breakfasts will be compared.

The next pleasant surprise was Gatwick.  It took less than 15 minutes to get checked in, take the bikes to 'oversize' and breeze through security.  3 years after covid ruined everything international travel finally feels OK again!

At the bag drop I discovered a worrying thing....my panniers weigh MORE than Plum's.  I rely almost entirely on having a lighter bike and less luggage to keep up so I may be in deep shit.  Alternatively Plum has forgotten some really important bits of kit and HE is in deep shit.  Tonight we will lay everything out on the floor and try and work out what the hell has gone wrong.

We only rode 20 miles today but the route out of Lisbon was fiddler than a fiddly thing and it took two hours.  A couple of miles from the end we passed a nice little bar overlooking a harbour but we ignored it and pressed on.......OK, we stopped and had a couple of cold ones.  

We are now holed up in a sodding great business hotel, sitting on the balcony sipping yet more beer.  Tomorrow the sun is promising to have its biggest and most fetching hat on.  Lurvley.

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  1. Tony Wein18 February 2023 at 21:14

    Good to see that the more things change the more they stay the same! A bit deep but hell, its early morning here in Strayla!

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