The hilarity stepped up a notch this morning when Ty announced that his rear pannier was sealed so well that he could hear the hiss of air when he pressed it shut. He savoured this thought for a minute or so, until Gary said "are you sure that it's not something leaking inside". A look of horror shot across Ty's face as he leapt for the bike and fumbled with the locks. In closing the lid, he had pressed down on the trigger of a spray can of WD40 lubricant. He's a big guy, and can sometime struggle to fit into his clothes - but they slip on MUCH easier now.
The day progressed otherwise smoothly with a 300km ride down through Tarragona, skirting the perpetual traffic snarl that is Barcelona, and finishing at Playa del Moro on the coast.
Carina had pre booked the hotel for us and really excelled herself this time. We are travelling off season, so some truly stunning deals are to be had. An image of tonight's resort hotel is attached to this post and has cost us the princely sum of 35 euros.
A walk along the oceanside promenade capped off a pretty tranquil day.
