Day 10 - Lack of rubber

For a change there was a decent breakfast included with this hotel, a buffet selection of cold meats, pastries and breads. After complaining about all the previously rubbish breakfasts, Mark rushed up to the buffet and came back with exactly the same as he'd had at every other place; a croissant and a bread roll.

We got out of town quite easily, but the back of Mark's bike was sliding around a bit as his tyres were quite bold. The roads were pretty good climbing to heights of 1600 meters. Several times there were dogs and cows in the road, we stopped for a photo but wisely moved a little further down the road as the cattle eyed us up.

After stopping for a photo Steve's bike wouldn't start so were a little stranded at the top of a mountain. A local woman went and got us some water in her car but it still didn't start. We decided to free wheel it 3.5km downhill to the nearest town and try again there. Half way down, the bike came to life and we were on our way.

We stopped for lunch at a hotel and had the set menu of the day, it was nice but huge and he kept bringing out more courses which we struggled to keep up with. When we're done we could barely fit back in our leathers!

Well on our way to Gijon we stopped for fuel and noticed that Mark's tyre was starting to get some small cuts in it as it wore away. It was only about 30km to go so we pushed on but kept a more gingerly pace.

Steve's glove was also falling apart, that'll teach him for buying cheap Alpinestars.

We made it in one piece, checked into the hotel and headed out for a look around town. There were plenty of bars around the main plaza but these were mega expensive so we found some cider bars off the beaten track and with our new found knowledge of how to drink cider, fitted right in.

We climbed up to the top of the hill overlooking the sea where the canons used to be and planned how we'd assault the city.

Tim wasn't feeling so great so headed home for an early night so Mark and Steve went for a couple of drinks.

They found a place called wine street which was pretty cool and Steve tasted the local wines which were cheaper than Marks beers, they were really good wines too.

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