Meo

As I rocked up to the Meo Hotel a £10/night bargain. The man said passport please, if I had the energy to sink to my knees I would have. As it was I flopped into one of their chairs and dropped my head into my hands.

Ambling out of the Royal Hotel I went to Daily Dose my favourite coffee shop. Coffee and croissant eaten I negotiated the roads back to the hotel, I think I sort of understand the traffic rules (famous last words 😬) Back to my room and completed the last of the packing.

There were some scales in the foyer me 77 kgs bike 23 kgs. I then got on the bike and pootled off. The route in cities is always convoluted but after multiple stops I got out of town

This route is shortish 67 kms, flat, through suburbs, by a litter strewn smelly canal there are minimal redeeming features.

But despite the low effort needed I got to my hotel completely drained.

Luckily the hotel manager has a friendly taxi driver who is collecting my passport and bringing it here. Saving me a shed load of money and time. Of course there will be worry until it’s back in my hand. I usually get hotels to take a copy of the passport and then retain it in my possession for some ridiculous reason this time i didn’t. 🙄 I know 🤦 but before you laugh too hard just think of the many times you have had a serious oops. I’m just the one honest enough to admit it. 😀