Well, I've got my laptop out and surfing via clients VPN, for some reason can't surf via the local telco, obviously it's the same path for the first leg, but it's holiday time, so anyways.
Been for a good few rides, which is nice. Road bike on the coast road to Mogan market yesterday. Lots of knock offs, really obvious knock offs too. I was looking at them laughing at people paying €100 for a fake watch and overheard a Danish guy looking at a Breitling and saying he couldn't see the difference. So I showed him a real one and how obvious it was to tell. The looks from the market holder told me it was best to wander off. Looked at the boats being repaired and guessed many of the sailors seriously sh1t themselves when they did that damage. There was even a tourist submarine out of the water called "Yellow Submarine" looked like it had been a marine cable sledge that had been converted. Took the ferry back to Puerto Rico, and had a good laugh with the crew, don't think they get many people with a bicycle. Forced my way through a veritable swarm of time-share touts, shopped in the Spar, overfilled my rucksac, and then back up the hill as fast as possible. Which finished me off for the day.
This mornings was mountain biking: down to Puerto Rico bounced off the dock and back up the next valley called "Dog water river", or something, lovely names. At the top of that went down the other side as I remembered seeing a big circus tent, which turned out to be a "Scandinavian party house" (lord knows what that is, but it looked like a rough version of Damhuskroen, if that is possible). Not fancying the road turned into a storm drain which brought me out to a lovely nearly destered rocky bay (apart from a tramp), went around the headland and blow me, but I was in the Anfi del Mar resort. Narrowly escaping the time-share touts (some suitable phrases in Islandisk stumped them) up into Arguineguin whilst I collected my bearings and worked out how I got there. Figured if I set off up the next valley I might crest out with a view to the back of my villa and get some good pictures. Well, it was like one great big building site, enormous: sets of stairs, 100 so steps, 4 or 5 sets one after the other going to the top of the hill and 5 or 6 sets of these, and the whole hill terraced. That is going to be a flipping big place, a mental calculation recons 3000 beds at 5*+, at least. Back to where I was, not only did I crest out I found I was in fact at the back of my villa. Now that is what I call a short cut, it's a €20 taxi ride or a 5 minute downhill. 60 minutes back up like...
Been for a good few rides, which is nice. Road bike on the coast road to Mogan market yesterday. Lots of knock offs, really obvious knock offs too. I was looking at them laughing at people paying €100 for a fake watch and overheard a Danish guy looking at a Breitling and saying he couldn't see the difference. So I showed him a real one and how obvious it was to tell. The looks from the market holder told me it was best to wander off. Looked at the boats being repaired and guessed many of the sailors seriously sh1t themselves when they did that damage. There was even a tourist submarine out of the water called "Yellow Submarine" looked like it had been a marine cable sledge that had been converted. Took the ferry back to Puerto Rico, and had a good laugh with the crew, don't think they get many people with a bicycle. Forced my way through a veritable swarm of time-share touts, shopped in the Spar, overfilled my rucksac, and then back up the hill as fast as possible. Which finished me off for the day.
This mornings was mountain biking: down to Puerto Rico bounced off the dock and back up the next valley called "Dog water river", or something, lovely names. At the top of that went down the other side as I remembered seeing a big circus tent, which turned out to be a "Scandinavian party house" (lord knows what that is, but it looked like a rough version of Damhuskroen, if that is possible). Not fancying the road turned into a storm drain which brought me out to a lovely nearly destered rocky bay (apart from a tramp), went around the headland and blow me, but I was in the Anfi del Mar resort. Narrowly escaping the time-share touts (some suitable phrases in Islandisk stumped them) up into Arguineguin whilst I collected my bearings and worked out how I got there. Figured if I set off up the next valley I might crest out with a view to the back of my villa and get some good pictures. Well, it was like one great big building site, enormous: sets of stairs, 100 so steps, 4 or 5 sets one after the other going to the top of the hill and 5 or 6 sets of these, and the whole hill terraced. That is going to be a flipping big place, a mental calculation recons 3000 beds at 5*+, at least. Back to where I was, not only did I crest out I found I was in fact at the back of my villa. Now that is what I call a short cut, it's a €20 taxi ride or a 5 minute downhill. 60 minutes back up like...
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If I hear a horn on a switch-back it means it's a truck turning wide who ain't going to stop rounding the blind bend into me 
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