I’m in Malaga

As always flying with a bike is stressful. But a 17.00 departure time makes it pretty leisurely. I packed the bike up last night. Tetras skills necessary. But 27kgs plus s small bag. I think despite my vigilance and efforts to go ultra light the bike and bags are going to weigh the same as before. Grrrrrrrrrr.

Taxi turned up on time. Booked taxi in Malaga to the hotel.

I looked out the window of the plane. Already i can see a myriad of whit roads. Begging me to ride them.

Plane took off late but arrived on time. The passport queue was long but moved fast. My bike was waiting for me as i got to the carrousel, the taxi driver had a note with my name on took me straight to the hotel. Hotel owner advised me where I could eat.

It’s all going way too smooth for my liking. 🤔

And the temperature could not be more perfect. I think the taxi driver thought i was mad as my face lit up in an inane grin, i can feel the excitement rising.