Here we go again….
Gibraltar to Villamanrique (322km, 7 nights, 1844m climb) Our reputation for bringing mayhem to countries after we visit continued with the Gibraltar row kicking off the day after we left. I don’t know what it is about us but soon countries will be paying us not to visit! Having landed in Gibraltar we then had to cycle over the runway and on the bike, surely a first and only time we get to cycle on a runway between plane landings. We managed a full restock at Morrisons in Gib and had a lazy evening at a Harbour bar seeing how many margaritas we could down in happy hour before cycling...
Read MoreGrenade!!
Spain and Britain share the same attitude to firework safety as each other. Both countries have festivals where fireworks play key roles and both have an age restrictions for buying fireworks of 16. The difference is Spain mean months. Literally if you can walk, the n for one week in March you’ll be given limitless supplies of high explosive and a box of matches and told to go and scare the crap out of the tourists! And these aren’t ordinary fireworks either. No pretty ones, no aaaahhhh, just lots of noise and a lot of smoke. These aren’t so much you’re normal UK...
Read MoreLet’s enter the marathon….
We left Barcelona on a Sunday morning – they’ll be no cars on the road we said and how right we were. Instead there were thousands of people doing the marathon and the roads had been closed in some very devious Mobious strip like affair where we just kept ending up back at the same place. Clever but very frustrating. We even considered just going back to Stalag 14 but for some reason we could no longer get there from here. The runners were only outnumbered by spectators and in turn by Police who weren’t standing on street corners as the corners just wern’t big enough...
Read MoreWe’re not cycling up there…
Having said goodbye to Ozzie the drug dog who has now swapped the wacky Barky habit for Champagne tasting in France, we moved on to Barcelona, the crime capital of Europe, if not the world and for that matter probably the solar system too. We took no chances and stayed at Stalag 14, a guarded car park with walls so high a pole voter on stilts wouldn’t have a hope of scaling them. On the plus side it was right on the cycle routes and close enough to the centre of the city for us to roll home “Sangria’d up” late at night. Barcelona is now one of the best cities to...
Read MoreA Twittering Drug dog…
We were planning on only spending a couple of days in Palamos, but having met a dog with a drug habit and twitter account we found ourselves staying longer. Ozwena – a rather independently minded beagle – had got friendly with the local dealer and one night decided when his owners were having a swift pint, would leg it to see if he could get his paws on something a little more interesting than PAL to eat. He was gone for the night and was returned the next day by the local dealer – who apparently looked high as a kite – having had a marvelous time gorging himself on...
Read MoreFarewell all!
Apparently this may be our last blog entry ever as we’ve now arrived in Spain. We’ve been warned that we’ll be gassed, mugged, robbed, flagged down by fake police, hijacked, kidnapped, impaled with iron bars and thrown to the Spanish inquisition by other motor homers and from what people tell us we’re taking our lives in our hands just crossing the border. Anyone would think we’re going to Syria. People paint a very bleak picture of safety in Spain. Even the FCO join in with warning about crime here. Anyway, we’ve said sod it we’re going anyway and...
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