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Published On: May 15, 2007 04:23 PM
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Published On: May 15, 2007 04:23 PM
a not so good day in the mountains.....
feeling like dogpoo meant I stuck to the
valleys for a mere 70km
Distance:
71km
Cols: none worth mentioning.
Yep, those two sleepless nights have well and truly messed me up, might as well
go home now... The eczema is a bit nasty today. On the bright side the rain left
off early this morning leaving things just very cold and windy. Loads of snow to
see now the cloud has lifted - the snowline has come down to about 1000m which
would have made the high cols an interesting proposition.... But not for me,
feeling like dogpoo meant I stuck to the valleys for a mere 70km, I shouldn't
even have done that - an afternoon on the sofa with a movie has done little to
restore a vaguely human feeling to my thick head. Buggerance, a couple of rough
nights and the week could be ruined.
I've been really good and charitable all week, happily sharing my stashes of snacky yummy things, teabags, coffee, milk, chocolate etc etc but now I'm going to have my one holiday whinge seeing as I'm in a tired and irritable mood (!) so excuse me while I go ahead, in the meantime you can scroll down a bit to where normal service is resumed.....
Hre we go, the guys staying here are ace with one exception. It's quiet here, a husband and wife team of cycling nuts who run a shop back in the UK and seem to be having adventures 360 days/year - they're great. David the banker-who-lives-in-a-famous-person's-house (Richard Burton's old residence apparently) is also a star... But the other guy whose name has refused to stick in my mind probably because he has no personality is winding me up..... It's little things like every time I brew some fresh coffee, make some tea or open more biccies he's right there... with 'oh, that'd be nice - could I?'... And the milk has been disappearing at a rate of knots. Normally I'll be the first to offer goodies to all and sundry but it's starting to wind me up that he went to the shop yesterday and sorted himself out with some duck pate among other things for lunch yet failed entirely to think about stocking up on basics....
OK, whinge over. I did a very non-roadie thing this afternoon and rode my Merlin the two miles to the supermarket wearing trainers and jeans... Shocking eh, it makes quite the gucci shopping trolley with it's titanium tubes gleaming in the hazy sunshine and expensive tyres humming under the weight of a backpack loaded with good-bad things like dark chocolate, hot chocolate, chocolate biscuits... (there's a theme developing here, my folks would be proud, previously scrawny little me eating a chocolate biscuit - whatever next... winegums?!).
Talking of family... They should be back from their wanderings in S America by the time I get home which is great - Mum will be bored stiff and hating every minute of being home so it's just as well I have an entire garden that needs sorting out. I'll never get it done..... it's riding season!
Steve and Brenda are taking a night off from cooking this evening, David and that other bloke (I hid my coffee) are going out to dinner but I want an early night (gawd i'm dull, no wonder I'm single....) so I have a plan for spanish omelette and tagliatelli... A chance to find out what the "oeufs au plein air Pyreneen" from the local hens are like... Does altitude make a difference?
Pic of the day is that omelette during the brief moments before I was demolished by a hungry cyclist....
Cols: none worth mentioning.
Yep, those two sleepless nights have well and truly messed me up, might as well
go home now... The eczema is a bit nasty today. On the bright side the rain left
off early this morning leaving things just very cold and windy. Loads of snow to
see now the cloud has lifted - the snowline has come down to about 1000m which
would have made the high cols an interesting proposition.... But not for me,
feeling like dogpoo meant I stuck to the valleys for a mere 70km, I shouldn't
even have done that - an afternoon on the sofa with a movie has done little to
restore a vaguely human feeling to my thick head. Buggerance, a couple of rough
nights and the week could be ruined.I've been really good and charitable all week, happily sharing my stashes of snacky yummy things, teabags, coffee, milk, chocolate etc etc but now I'm going to have my one holiday whinge seeing as I'm in a tired and irritable mood (!) so excuse me while I go ahead, in the meantime you can scroll down a bit to where normal service is resumed.....
Hre we go, the guys staying here are ace with one exception. It's quiet here, a husband and wife team of cycling nuts who run a shop back in the UK and seem to be having adventures 360 days/year - they're great. David the banker-who-lives-in-a-famous-person's-house (Richard Burton's old residence apparently) is also a star... But the other guy whose name has refused to stick in my mind probably because he has no personality is winding me up..... It's little things like every time I brew some fresh coffee, make some tea or open more biccies he's right there... with 'oh, that'd be nice - could I?'... And the milk has been disappearing at a rate of knots. Normally I'll be the first to offer goodies to all and sundry but it's starting to wind me up that he went to the shop yesterday and sorted himself out with some duck pate among other things for lunch yet failed entirely to think about stocking up on basics....
OK, whinge over. I did a very non-roadie thing this afternoon and rode my Merlin the two miles to the supermarket wearing trainers and jeans... Shocking eh, it makes quite the gucci shopping trolley with it's titanium tubes gleaming in the hazy sunshine and expensive tyres humming under the weight of a backpack loaded with good-bad things like dark chocolate, hot chocolate, chocolate biscuits... (there's a theme developing here, my folks would be proud, previously scrawny little me eating a chocolate biscuit - whatever next... winegums?!).
Talking of family... They should be back from their wanderings in S America by the time I get home which is great - Mum will be bored stiff and hating every minute of being home so it's just as well I have an entire garden that needs sorting out. I'll never get it done..... it's riding season!
Steve and Brenda are taking a night off from cooking this evening, David and that other bloke (I hid my coffee) are going out to dinner but I want an early night (gawd i'm dull, no wonder I'm single....) so I have a plan for spanish omelette and tagliatelli... A chance to find out what the "oeufs au plein air Pyreneen" from the local hens are like... Does altitude make a difference?
Pic of the day is that omelette during the brief moments before I was demolished by a hungry cyclist....
Posted: Wed - May 2, 2007 at 05:31 PM