All's quiet on the western front, has been for some time.
Recently Joana and I took a bicycle journey up the west coast of Portugal, I've just shoved up a few photos of the trip, which was fairly rad. Got marginally sunburnt, and by marginally I mean holy mother of Christ, the sun beat down on my skull till 9pm each day. My everything is peeling and my lips seem to have developed that flaking paint texture we all know and love.
That said Joana is not as physically superior as I, we are all given to the understanding that I am an Adonis and clearly the direct descendent of the coupling of Hericlues and Michaelangelo David, and as such our initial progress through a country of rolling hills, not a few epithets were flung my way. The lesson here my pretties is that riders should stand abreast physically and mentally.
Enough of that, it's getting on and I want to see The Hulk in half and hour. Shit was beautiful and picturesque -
hence the pictures.
To save on descriptive irony and my usual gushing about my travels here are two bites generated en route and stashed in my notebook, they sum things up fairly well:
What are you doing?
Just sitting around waiting for somebody like you to tell me how to do it better.
One of those special moments in your life when you feel like you've just done 10 rounds with a guy who weighs in at 120KG and then...
It is festival time in Portugal, that means lots of Red wine and plenty of festival. We have been flat out celebrating for the past few days its a tough life I tell ya. Tonight is the penultimate celebration.
Also the European Football thing is on, that makes people go stupid with, stupid, stupid, stupid. And they toot their horns, ode to India.