On day 35 the team reunited with Charlotte in Tarifa. We spent the afternoon exploring the town on our own, getting lost around the old part of the town's narrow streets. After everyone had a well needed wash (apart from 'Wild Man' Chris who decided the calling of the sea was more pressing), we found a simple restaurant in town that thankfully did not include pasta or chorizo on the menu! However, the boys were used to portion sizes double that we were served and soon after the meal had to hit the shops to statisfy their hunger.
We found Tarifa's night life very quickly and started the celebrations for cycling 800miles through Spain. The evening carried on well past our bed times (usually a boring 11 oclock at the latest). 3 hour happy hour and a few bars later we decided to get our dancing shoes on. Only we didnt have dancing shoes or even dancing clothes... We had all come out wearing flip flops, shorts and t-shirts of questionable cleanliness, especially after eating our midnight snacks that evening.
Despite the fact Donnie was also carrying his belongings around in his front bike box and Chris had fashioned a dry bag into an over the shoulder type satchel we were surprisingly granted entry to a club for the rest of the evening.
Day 36 started early as our body clocks woke us up at 8. Chris it seemed had the ability to turn his body clock off though and spent most of the morning in his tent recovering from last night's antics. A busy morning of washing clothes, sorting out kit and trying to route plan for Morocco commenced.Charlotte's aim had been to learn 'reasonable spanish' in her time in Spain and her efforts usually paid off (unless recieveing complicated directions). Luckily the day before she had come across a helpful outdoor shop who said they would service our bikes for us. Thank you very much to Sabine and Chris from Girasol Outdoor shop. Sabine also gave Charlotte a massage later on to help sort out the aches and pains from falling off her bike in Sevilla.
Morocco planning carried on late into the night after our feast of fajitas. After some talking of the days ahead Charlotte told the group she was thinking of stopping. The team persuaded her to sleep on it and make a clearer decision the next day. The view from the coast that day had got us all thinking tentatively about the next stage. From the photo you can see Africa across the ocean, a solid confirmation of how far we had actually come.
We found Tarifa's night life very quickly and started the celebrations for cycling 800miles through Spain. The evening carried on well past our bed times (usually a boring 11 oclock at the latest). 3 hour happy hour and a few bars later we decided to get our dancing shoes on. Only we didnt have dancing shoes or even dancing clothes... We had all come out wearing flip flops, shorts and t-shirts of questionable cleanliness, especially after eating our midnight snacks that evening.
Despite the fact Donnie was also carrying his belongings around in his front bike box and Chris had fashioned a dry bag into an over the shoulder type satchel we were surprisingly granted entry to a club for the rest of the evening.
Day 36 started early as our body clocks woke us up at 8. Chris it seemed had the ability to turn his body clock off though and spent most of the morning in his tent recovering from last night's antics. A busy morning of washing clothes, sorting out kit and trying to route plan for Morocco commenced.Charlotte's aim had been to learn 'reasonable spanish' in her time in Spain and her efforts usually paid off (unless recieveing complicated directions). Luckily the day before she had come across a helpful outdoor shop who said they would service our bikes for us. Thank you very much to Sabine and Chris from Girasol Outdoor shop. Sabine also gave Charlotte a massage later on to help sort out the aches and pains from falling off her bike in Sevilla.
Morocco planning carried on late into the night after our feast of fajitas. After some talking of the days ahead Charlotte told the group she was thinking of stopping. The team persuaded her to sleep on it and make a clearer decision the next day. The view from the coast that day had got us all thinking tentatively about the next stage. From the photo you can see Africa across the ocean, a solid confirmation of how far we had actually come.
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