Sunday, 2 October 2011

Sunday SOS – “Ayuda, los altavoces españoles necesitaron urgente” - Sunday 2 October 2011

At last, we can put a call out to any of you who are following this never ending story who are Spanish speakers/translators. The little man is getting into a pickle each day trying to book accommodation, Jill is doing her best but as he travels through the heart of Spain the hotels are a) not bookable using the internet and b) are not English speaking, even loud, shouty English is not understood. So, if you, or your friends and colleagues are able to help, there is a weary cyclist who would appreciate a text or call about 4pm each day when he knows where he will finish up, you can get him on 07768 330402.
Apart from the language problems, Martin is doing pretty well; he managed 110 miles today and has finished in Tavancon. He had a late start, at his hotel last night they promised him that reception would open 8.00am, but despite him hanging around from that time nobody appeared so he decided to have some breakfast and ended up leaving at 9.00am.  We misled you yesterday by saying that there were relatives keen to meet up with him – there isn’t - so he has soldiered on bravely.
He has spent the day cycling past lakes, and keeping his head down as the roads he is using are being utilised by hairy arsed motor bikers haring up and down. Despite the late start he finished by 6pm and is staying a “wooden chalet”.  He struggled to find said chalet, so somehow managed to get the Civil Guardia involved, with one of them going off on his moped to track down the accommodation. Although he has found himself enjoying “cerveza y tapas” over the last few days, he is looking forward to a Chinese feast tonight in one of those piggy places where you keep eating till you drop off your chair or you burst - whichever happens first.  His carbohydrate loading diet is variable; today he had a bowl of crisps and a Mars bar for lunch, probably not the optimum diet.
Despite all this he is now south east of Madrid, and has just 350 miles to go to reach Gibraltar, the last leg to get to Africa.  We have told him to finish by Thursday; the trusty reporting team are off again on Friday and cannot face another extended period trying to keep up with his doings while on the road.  Till tomorrow, and as they say in Spanish “Vaya, va, va”.

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