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Rock Lobster (Wednesday evening)

It turns out, and who could have predicted this, that a good place to get a nice meal in Malaga is a Spanish restaurant.  We went to a place specialising in paella and had the seafood which was excellent.

Busily Doing Nothing (Thursday)

I have been brewing up a lovely thick head cold which asserted itself yesterday morning so I was faced with a choice between growing a pair and getting on the bike or taking a day off.  Needless to say that my pair remain ungrown.  My fellow cyclists also bunked off in a touching display of solidarity (or possibly laziness).  We did very little apar from mooch down to the harbour for a beer and a burger, consumed while looking at a moored boat which, apparently, is worth $200 million.  

China in My Hand (Thursday Evening)

We had set our hearts on a Chinese Buffet for dinner but the one just down the road enjoys poor reviews...."the food is so bad I wouldn't feed it to my dog" was top of the list and others were also uncomplimentary.  After much scratching of heads and debate about alternatives I suddenly remembered that Neil and I had visited an excellent Chinese Buffet near the airport when we were in Malaga several years ago.  10 euros and an Uber ride later we stormed the front door and demanded their rubberyest chicken. An hour later we staggered out with the monosodium glutimate sweats and blew another 10 euros on the return.  Nobody went to bed hungry.

Norwegian Wood

Today I put my big-boy pants on and did some cycling...this time with a guest.  I have become involved with an international group of cyclists living with PD.  This includes several from Norway and Rune Bjeke happened to be holidaying in Nerja, just downtown the coast from us.  He drove up and joined us for our hilly 53 mile ride.

It was a lovely ride but I struggled on the hills.  I spent a while convincing myself this was down to my cold....until I realised that the guy with Parkinsons was miles ahead of me.  If he can do it, I thought, I either need to dig a bit deeper or at least stop whining.  So I did...stop whining I mean, I tried digging deeper but soon discovered I was already at the very bottom of the barrel.


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