So I’m on my way again.

I have had a great few days.

In the campsite 2 Italians, Elia and Gianni, moved in and parked up an appropriate distance from me. They were riding BMW 1200GS, I owned the 1150GS the predecessor. So I walked across. We talked all bikes of different kinds, our respective journeys, and general things of life. What I enjoyed most of this experience was all our instabilities to speak the other language, but we made each other understand. It is an interesting fact that if you are proactive in a conversation being understood becomes easy and a pleasure.

I was being apathetic at the campsite and luckily Ben persuaded me to come and visit him about 150km south. Cycled into Sagunt dropped my bike off at Pedalier to have the components transferred. I then took a bus to the train station and took the train south through Valencia to Denia. Many a professional cycling team has been seen riding this area… not by me I might say. It’s always great to catch up with old friends. Best I pop across to Perth some time.

Train back the next day to pick up my bike. Well the bike was not ready so I had to hangout at the beach for 3 or 4 hours, not the best no suntan cream, 10 km from the camp site. Grrrrrrr.

18.30 I collected my bike and rode off back to the campsite.

Last meal out at the beach bar. An hour of putting luggage on the bike and bed at 22.30. Some bloke was playing the guitar badly and trying to whistle to his already out of tune tune. Oh the he’ll to my ears. 🙉

Up at 05.00 and on the road by 07.30. 🙂😎