Walked down to the seafront, about 15 minutes, in 34 degrees. Mad! Found a bar for an Alhambra beer, then checked on google for best places to eat near us. Happened to be a German place 2 doors down. Staff were German and most of the clientele were German too. Turns out, they were there to watch the German ladies v Sweden in World Cup quater final. Unfortunately, Sweden won. Incidentally, I sussed what our hosts 'team meeting' was about. Holland v Italy in another ladies quarter final. Really!
2 more beers, to wash down gyros for me and pork schnitzel for Sanch. Sanch not keen on uphill walk back to the hotel, so search was on for a taxi rank. Non found. Sanch was buying tobacco for his daughter and asked the shopkeeper where we could get a taxi. The guy took out his phone and called one for us. Gent. 3 minutes later we were in the cab and a few more later at the hotel, €7.50 lighter for the 1.5km experience.
It is now 21:30 and Sanch is already in bed and snoring away. Creature of habit. It's not like we've had a long riding day.
Tomorrow we start the trek back up through Spain. We have about 205km to go, to La Carchel, which appears to be just a hotel and fuel station in the middle of nowhere.
We passed the half way point in mileage, 2145 miles for me, a few days back now and we'll be two thirds through the length of the tour tomorrow evening too. Seems to be flying by.
I checked Ginny's oil level again today. Still OK, so not sure where 1 ltr every 800 miles came from.
Till tomorrow.
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