Wednesday, 23 March 2016

The illusions of age...

For my 60th birthday I find myself in a little town called Jerica midway on the first section of the Via Verde from Barracas to Torres Torres. Today we completed the first section (60km) and hopefully be able to do the second section tomorrow. Its an easy 80km following an old narrow gauge railway line.
I have to admit it is pretty cruisy.





On Monday after quick shop for clothes…. (Yes it is amazing what my dear wife can achieve with a time limit) and a long protracted process of fluffing around filing a report in Spanish we left Valencia in our shinning new Peugeot partner and drove north to a tourist coastal town called Peniscola.  It is near a national park full of mountain bike tracks. 

Tuesday we biked through the park to the next town and back again. Probably some 60kms with around 5-600m elevation. Some of the tracks up were a bit challenging for les and down a bit challenging for Bronni. Parts were quite steep and rocky.
We splashed out and shouted ourselves a gelato when we got back…

So now we find ourselves in Jerica sitting in this little owner operated pub where no one speaks any English, I’m hungry and the dining room doesn’t open till 9.00 oclock.   (1 hour to go ) The TV is chatting away in the corner (Spanish), guests at another table are successfully drowning it out and Les is quietly chatting away on the computer…. I can do quiet. If fact compared to the Spanish…. I’m very docile.
So you critics out there if you think that I’m OTT. Don’t come to Spain. You’ll hate it. However if you love passion, energy, enthusiasm and don’t mind loud this place has it in buckets. The only thing I struggle with is their biological clocks. Everything is delayed by at least 4 hrs. Breakfast is 10, Lunch 1-5 and dinner…… at this place starts a 9.00pm. This bit is made for the Roaslie’s of this world.

I cannot understand why they bother with daylight saving.





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