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Day 8 The end of the beginning
... buzzing with the thunder of dozens of Traureg Rally desert riders returning battle worn and covered in mud and sand after a week in the Moroccan desert. This is the biggest rally left after the demise of the Paris Dakar. It is amazing to think this time tomorrow I will be on African soil after all those years of fantasising.
Whatever happens from now on in, a big box has been ticked – in my mind if I can ...
Day 7 What do you get when…
... me to a hotel with no parking, but a recommendation for another, whose kind receptionist rang my lost modile and convinced the old ‘caballero’ to stay where he was by the 24hr pharmacy about 20 minutes away whilst I get back on Babs (aaarrgghh) and negotiate heavy evening city traffic (she is hot and bothered as well and refuses to now change gear). Andie had realised that my phone had gone astray ...
White-washed Houses and Honey :)
... The store was called Abuela de alí. The chocolate was AMAZING… and they had all of the chocolates offered in samples. (I probably ate two bars worth :S ) Elana and I had already bought rugs so we didn’t get anything else.
After we left the town we stopped at the beach at Salobreña. There was a huge rocky outcropping that everyone climbed that overlooked the ocean. It was drizzling, but we ...
Monastery to Pollenca, 2 downhill miles
"What are we rushing to?" Chris exclaims as we coast into Pollenca for brunch. "Why leave paradise!" I agree! We have finally rolled into a truly historic town; dare I say, barely affected by tourism and the changing times. Nestled about 2 miles inland, old town Pollenca is a bit protected from tourism. The road that lays before us seems to be littered with tourists and beaches poorly developed as if ...
Cala St. Vicenc to Pollenca, 11.5 miles
... It somehow reminds me of the give and take required in relationships...in life.
We swap our bathing suits for bike shorts and peddle a long forgotten steep rocky road, now a foot path, towards Pollenca. It doesn't take long until Chris lovingly volunteers to push our bikes in a leap frog fashion. Bike enthusiasts enjoy referring to these rocks as "baby heads"; I imagine balancing on bowling balls precariously placed on ...


