After riding every day up til now we've earned our first lie in. We met up for breakie at 10 where they served mini versions of normal food.
We were soon on our way out to see the sights of Zaragoza. Steve aka Gold Leader led the way as we headed to see the big church. It was very impressive and very big, everything was either gold or silver with massive grand paintings and statues everywhere. Tim was most impressed with the grey painted concrete floors out back though while Steve and Mark debated what a nightmare it would have been to project manage the build!
We paid to go up one of the towers and took the elevator up. Tim memorised the special code the guy put into the elevator to make it work so that we wouldn't have to pay if we came back. At the top, the sights were impressive although the health and safety wasn't quite there as Cheesy nearly pulled the handrail off the wall. Yes, the church has been standing for a thousand years and we broke it.
Back down in the actual church part of it a wedding was just starting so we thought it best to leave.
Just down the road from the church was a nice fountain and Cheesy was first in with Tim quickly following. Mark was taking a photo so Tim though it would be funny to splash a bit of water of him although he misjudged and sent a tsunami in his direction instead. Revenge would be sought.
There was another fountain just next to it and some old dears wanted their picture taken so they asked Cheesy, Tim jumped back in the water and photo bombed the picture brilliantly but his guard was down so Cheesy quickly dashed over and threw his flip flops on top of the fountain. Revenge is a dish best served wet.
After drying off we went to a bridge overlooking the church and gold leader plotted a course across town via every plaza on the map towards the cathedral.
We hit another church on the way because no one was sick of churches at all and couldn't wait for another. There was a wedding going on in this one too so we hung around for a bit but kept getting evils so left for another plaza.
Who'd have thought that they'd be another wedding at the next plaza, but there was, and they were just doing the group photo. It was so tempting to get in on it, but we figured that we'd have been chased around town like in a scene from Benny Hill if we did and the knife shops were probably still open.
We stopped off for some food at an amazing McDonalds, it had an indoor bridge, a separate McCafe selling brilliant cakes and McMacaroons as well as beer and cookies.
We finally made it to the cathedral and the wedding there was just leaving, we've seen more weddings in one day than your average Hugh Grant film, it's fair to say, there is a lot of live in Zaragoza! The cathedral wanted money to let us in so we told them where to go and had a drink to cool down. Temperatures were soaring now with the street signs reporting 38 degrees.
There was a debate on what to do next but gold leader guilted us to walk to the castle, this wasn't exactly a 2 min walk as it wasn't even on our map but what the hell, why not. I'll tell you why not, because it's 38 degrees and bloody miles!
We got to the castle after an energy sapping walk to find that it was closed. Apparently the Spanish don't expect any idiots out at this time of the day so they'd gone home for a kip. The castle wasn't that great looking, Steve raved about it so we need your opinions:
With no more plazas or churches to see we headed back to the hotel to recharge our batteries.
After a siesta we had a couple of drinks and went to find some food, it turns out that there isn't much for Mark in Zaragoza as everything is either tapas or paella. After walking down every street twice we settled on the first restaurant we'd seen next to the hotel.
We ordered the food and asked for plain chicken for Mark, what turned up was chicken paella, so it was bread again. The waiter was very sorry he got it wrong but still charged us 70 euros for it.
We hit bar street afterwards and had a couple more drinks and people watched. The picture of Wally didn't come out, no doubt he was hiding again but here's the best basin cut we've seen in years.
This is the 97th blog entry and we're wracking our brains for ideas of how to celebrate the 100th in a few days time. So far Tim has come up with 'fireworks' and spent most of the day learning the Spanish word for that...
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