Banqueting richly upon units of distance
Trip Start Apr 17, 2006
44Trip End Jun 14, 2006
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The next day I resolved to leave my tyre track upon as many kilometres of road as possible (although it was quite a wrench tearing myself away from my beautiful hotel room). I covered 45km in the first two hours, a testimony to my almost superhuman powers of cycling and nothing at all to do with a favourable wind direction
And then, at around the 80km mark, the first disaster struck - a puncture. I can hear you thinking, "that's not such a disaster, just fix it!" However, finding a puncture on a windy day is analagous to being presented with a capacious barn stacked full to the ceiling with hay, and being asked to locate the needle cunningly planted therein.
But this was nothing compares with the second disaster, which struck around 20km later. I stopped in a passing petrol station to grab an alfajor to give me a boost for the last push (these are the most disgustingly delicious lumps of pure revolting sweetness that you could ever imagine - dulce de leche sandwiched between three layers of biscuits all covered in milk chocolate). I stopped my minidisc player out of politeness so as to be able to communicate my wish to the shopkeeper, and upon emerging, it wouldn't restart! But how dare it? I had been so enjoying singing along to the Beatles' Fixing a Hole! But worse, what if that was it for the rest of my trip? I was not even able to contemplate such a state of affairs.
For a change, and in spite of the disasters, I beat dusk to my destination by some minutes. Don't be fooled by its having the same name as my last destination - I really did go a long way today - honest - and here's the statistics to prove it:
Kilometres graced with the touch of my tyres: 120