It never rains, but it pours II
Trip Start Apr 17, 2006
44Trip End Jun 14, 2006
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I was not entirely confident about this town not only because of its name, but also because of the cover of its toursist brouchure, which features a happyholidaying family under the dubious dominion of a flabby and dangerously topless father. As you can imagine (or perhaps you'd rather not), it therefore completely fails to conjure the impression of a savvy and glamourous toursist destination. But perhaps that's not the look they were going for. Either way, I feel I ought to warn them that they are at dire risk of alienating - nay, repelling - many potential visitors.
In the evening, I decided I had to try some of the much touted thermal hot-springs that seemed to litter the province across which I was currently pedalling, so I took myself out in the rain and hunted them down. Strange how if you build a funny-shaped swimming pool, suddenly it contains naturally heated water pumped from 1500m below the ground that has health-giving properties owing to the coctail of vitamins and minerals dissolved within. In reality, they weren't even very hot, although perhaps judging thermal hot springs on a wet and windy dark evening is a little unfair.