One of the downsides of the house we're staying in is that there are no curtains which means the sunbeams blind you from about 4am onwards. Tim countered this by wearing his neck scarf over his eyes to some degree of success.
We headed into town and picked up a bicycle each to tour the island on which was our plan for the day. After about 10 mins we were knackered and stopped for some breakfast and to get our breath back. Once back in the saddle we rode back through town where there was a market and headed towards the north of the island.
Steve set the new Guinness Book of Records record for constant moaning as he wasn't enjoying the saddle, the steering, the brakes, the lights and the hard work. Basically it wasn't an S1000RR so it wasn't good enough.
Tim led the way at a sprightly 4mph even getting up to 3rd gear at one point on our 7 gear monsters. After been overtaken by half a dozen 9 year olds we picked the pace up to 6mph.
In the next town they surprisingly had a market on which seemed to consist of the locals selling necklaces made out of chicken bones and magic tricks. We left quickly.
The next town also had a market on and to give our bums a rest from the saddle we had a quick drink and wandered around. There was an indoor market which we went into which was the best market Tim had ever been to as they sold ridiculous amounts of meat. We had to leave before he brought the lot or someone slipped over on his drool.
We then got a little bit lost but kind of went in the right direction and made it to the very North of the island. There was a lighthouse there with only 8 million steps to the top so we avoided that and just had a look around the town instead. Afterwards we had some food, no prizes for guessing that Mark had a burger and Steve had mussels.
On the way back Tim and Steve found 4th gear while Mark went everywhere in 7th, his oversized calf muscles finally good for something.
Part way home Tim slammed on his brakes which caused Steve to do a stoppie, across the cycle path was a giant sized caterpillar that was in danger of getting run over so Tim helped it along. With his foot.
We made it back to the house, but the bikes had taken their toll as we were all a little saddle sore so we chilled out for a while.
Once we could feel our arses again we got back on the bikes and went to St. Martins again for the evening. It was a little quicker getting there this time despite not cutting across the fields.
Tim and Steve had a lovely seafood meal with oysters, raw tuna and paella while mark tucked into his second burger of the day. It got cold again on the evening so Tim and Steve sat like old men under blankets as it must have been close to 19C.
We rode home afterwards and decided to have a nightcap. The bars in our village turned us away as they were closing but we found a secret beach bar that was rammed and had a live band. We tried to help a soon-to-be-battered man who had lost his wedding ring in the sand but it was a lost cause.
We sat outside but Somehow Tim and Steve didn't need a blanket here. After a couple of drinks we headed back to our house and had an obligatory race on the bikes.
Cycling stats: around 50kms ridden in what seems like 18 hours in the saddle with an average speed of somewhere near 0.2mph
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