Trip Start Sep 13, 2012
41Trip End Oct 24, 2012
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The hotel El Monte Sagrado is beautiful, peaceful, 5 star. There is an enormous hot tub as well as a rainforest shower in our bedroom. It is divine. We clean up and go for a celebration dinner. There is great camaraderie amongst all the riders and some farewell speeches as 15 people leave the trip here. We will hugely miss Holly and Carly from New York and Jim and Dave from Canada. Jim's really chuffed he's one of only 3 of that group to have pedalled all the way; just him, ironman Dave and ironwoman Brenda. We'll also miss Texan Jerry not only because he was even slower than us but because he left us a note to say "You're the best even though you are Brits".
Joining us as the dinner was Diana Nyad, the woman who recently attempted for the 4th time to swim from Florida to Cuba. Mark Solliinger, one of the riders, had co-ordinated her support team
We slop around, doing our laundry and shuffle slowly into Taos in search of coffee and buns. Taos is an arty, folksy, beads and crystals kinda town. There are hundreds of art galleries with names like Living Light, Copper Moon, Earth and Spirit. A grey haired, pony tailed guy is sitting on the street corner with a sign saying "Honk if you pay your taxes". There are several honks. The first tie-dye, handmade clothes shop I go in and a different grey haired, pony tailed guy behind the counter is sewing. He looks like a local New Age guy. He's from the East End and used to be in the Suffolk constabulary.
David has been performing surgery on his saddle in an attempt to relieve pressure on his sores. He's hacked two lumps out of the leather. Franco would be proud of him.
We are now down to 15 riders: Dr Tom, Jim, Tim, Tom, Rob, Christian and Jacqueline, Father Bruce, Larry and Kelli, Steve, Brett , Don and us.