Now That's What I Call Music Vol Ii

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RAT IN THE KITCHEN

Ok, who grassed on us?  We were fast asleep last night when there was a bang on the door.  I opened it and two burly agents from the Departamento de aplicación de la ley en materia de cenas burst in. They forced us, at gunpoint, to put our watches forward an hour and told us that if we try and pull a stunt like that again we will be deported. Fascists.

CHEEKY SONG*


At least this happened after dinner.  We went to a little place round the corner.  We rocked with our watches clearly showing it was only 7pm and they just waived us in...suckers!  It was another little local place and we were the only gringos in there.  We opted for the house speciality - braised pork cheeks, washed down with some local Tinto - and weren't disappointed.

*I won't even make you Google this one, its by the fabulous Cheeky Girls 

RIDERS ON THE STORM

The weather forecast today was poor.  Not awful but we were promised a big wind, happily from behind, a chance of thundery showers.  At mile 35 everything was going great with just a dusting of rain and that magnificent tailwind.  Then the heavens opened.  It absolutely pissed down.  There was thunder and lightning crashing all around us but all I could do was put my head down, get the miles dome and hope that if anyone got hit by lightning it would be Neil.

By the time we made it to Caceres the town was gridlocked with flooded streets and broken-down cars and we had to pick our way past as best we could.  The hotel had a large lobby with a shiny and conspicuously not wet floor, which I had to cross doing the drippy walk of shame to check in.  This was not my first DWoS but it never gets any easier.

IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT

Caceres is significant as the town from which we slunk home in 2023.  Everything from here is virgin territory.

DIAMOND SMILES


Neil and I have been cycling together for about 15 years, and I suppose you would call us mates...but British mates, so there are some things that we just don't talk about.  For example, I found this tube next to his sponge bag the other day.  I want to ask him about it but worry that it might be exactly what it says it is.

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