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Trip Start Sep 05, 2010
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Trip End Aug 21, 2011


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Thursday, March 3, 2011

"I'm Still Standing"....I'm still not.

Like a drug addict, I was entering cold turkey through lack of endorphins. To address this problem I suggested to Polly that we should go out for a jog.  She agreed that a little exercise on our second rest day would be good.  Also we were both really interested to see how bodies would respond to a different form of exercise, we realised that we have not been running for over 6 months.

It was steaming hot but we faired pretty well.  Just a quick 5 mile burst along the seafront but it was enough to confirm that our legs are capable of more than just circular motion.

Our hotel room is absolutely brilliant.  We have the 10th floor all to ourselves with a big open room looking out to sea. Kellogg's cereal in the room meant that we were ready for lunch early so following a little shopping, Polly picking up some very nice beach shorts, we hit Louisiana Brewery Beachclub again.  Settled by the pool we enjoyed chicken burger and Caesar salad  We then struggled the 20 meters on to the beach where we lounged around for a couple of hours.

Pols then suggested that I should go and do some kitesurfing.  With the wind howling and waves crashing I suspect that she may already be looking for a way out of our yet infantile marriage.  Anyway, I went for it and disappeared out to sea in a catamaran.  Far enough out I hooked up to a 12m kite and spent the next half an hour being dragged around, still not managing to stand up on the board.  I will master this sport but at this point the signs are not good. 

Having once again crashed and this time getting the lines tangled around some fishing nets everybody concerned decided to call it a day.  The instructor left me to fend for myself (suffice to say we had quite a fall out) and we made our way back to the beach without much conversation. After a quick discussion with the Australian guy in charge of the outfit about what kind of qualifications they had, he swiftly said that if I wasn’t happy I shouldn’t pay – scratched from fishing lines and having been screamed at by an angry instructor – no I was not happy!

Back at the penthouse suite it was crisps and olives which bought back memories of our first days of the trip camping in France.  Then a scrap of paper blew in under the door which changed the course of the evening.  Tim and Pete had arrived and were up for going out for some dinner.  Excitedly we stormed their room and set a date for The Sailing Club.  Unfortunately when we arrived it was far from the Sailing Club we are so familiar with.  We swiftly left and settled in a good local shack to enjoy some Tiger beers and grub. Pols and I always thought we ate loads on the cycle trip but when Pete and Tim ordered 3 main courses each after their 80 miles day, we realised that all cyclist share this huge appetite. We hadn’t thought of ordering more than  one dish – excellent idea.

It was a good night out, the meal followed up with shooting some pool.  When the bargirls started to fall asleep at their stations we decided it was probably time to call it a day.  Much, much fun.

Miles cycled: 0 again!


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Jojo on

I'm not sure that infantile is quite the right word to use about a fledgling marriage!! That sea looks rough enough though to arouse suspicions at Polly's suggestion of Kite surfing!

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