Rubbish

I got off to a rubbish start. After 7km I passed a dustbin and went to grab my rubbish bag from underneath the rackpack and it wasn't there. It had been a rough ride and I always carefully check before leaving camp that I haven't left anything, or rubbish, behind. I really couldn't face going back all that way. In particular the final 2km had been a reall teeth rattler. Sorry.

Germans

A gang of german cycle tourists turned up. They were on an organised ten day ride fully supported and escorted between hotels. Lovely bunch of people. Even lovelier when they shared their breakfast schnapps.

Crank

I readjusted the tension on my crank. It had started ticking a couple of days ago and it was worse. Driving me nuts. I thought that it had to be my new pedals but when I finally decided to investigate the crank was clearly loose. Win!

Lunch

I found the countries most expensive lunch menu. However the pulled pork sandwich at ten euros (cheapest thing on menu, no extras) was very nice.

Hotel

I got a water refill from an open but not yet complete 'nature' hotel in the middle of nowhere. Looked very posh.

Camp

I am in a national park (I think) in a remote valley accessed via a really rough road. 5km in the morning to the nearest beach resort and breakfast.