Day 1.336 – Candlelight dinner for one (UK)
Alicante -> Gata de Gorgos
Distance (km) : 88
Time on bike : 4h 36m
Brutto time: 11.55 – 17.55
Avg : 19.1 km/h
Total (km) : 59.176
Altitude: 100 m
I took only one shot while in Alicante. No justice for such a fine place. My apologies.
I went out last night – in my rain gear since all my off-bike clothes were at the hotel’s laundry – or, as my Facebook status stated:
NB went out drinking solo in Alicante on Friday, in nothing but his full-body rain gear (it was laundry time), and soon fell into a heavy drinking bout with a bunch of mid-20s students. (Whether the Silver Monk had any luck on the dance floor in this unusual outfit, is left untold). Valencia it is now…
Guess that was a first (and likely last) of for me. Goretex and all.
Anyway, this is my one and only Alicante shot:
But worry not, ‘cos there are so many beautiful corners in Spain, and today was to disclose more of them…
This, my dearest, is a mandarine tree. There are millions of them (along with orange trees) in this region of Spain. All full of fresh fruit. It’s called Temptation. Take it from me, the permanently hungry cyclist.
…and the same mountain, a bit closer (‘cos that’s how you like it)
Rumour has it that the European mass charter tourism all started in Benidorm way back. Whether it’s true or not, I don’t know. I just read it somewhere. But I do know that this is how it looks today…
It was a fine place for my second dose of wonderful müesli with kiwi fruits and milk.
Sitting there, on the white stony bench, I received the compliment of the day, when an elderly, British lady (grey-haired segment) suddenly said to me:
Lady: I’m looking at your legs…You’ve got great legs!
NB: (a little baffled) Uh, thank you…I pedaled 60.000 km around the world to get them…
Lady: Oh, really! (and walks away with her husband (also grey))
End of story.
Sans Le Koga:
Told you. Citrus everywhere.
My evening camp is nothing but perfect. I turn off the main road, walk up a stony path, find a grassy plateau, no wind, no bugs, no one knowing I’m here, no disturbances, perfect. I feel romantic tonight, so from my panniers I dig out the candle light that I bought in central Mali (and that melted badly in West Africa, but nonetheless still works), prepare my canned meatballs, with olives, tomatoes, fresh baguette, and a beer, thinking life is so much better than its reputation.
If you’d been in my life, you would’ve been sitting right there too, listening to the night, and since I was being romantic, I would’ve probably shared a few of my meatballs too…
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