It seems that in Spain, you can't believe hotel receptionists. A few days ago they cost us a parking ticket, today we were up at 7 for breakfast so that we could get an early start. However it turns out that breakfast isn't until 8am. The new receptionist called us liars and there was no way we were told wrong yesterday.
We opted to skip breakfast then and got on the road to head for the circuit to watch the. MotoGP. Leaving the city, at 7am people were just staggering home from the night before...
On the way we stopped at the services and pointed at some massive awesome looking pan au chocolates. We ordered two but only one turned up. We asked for another and were told no. We asked again and were told they'd run out. So we pointed to the pile in the displayed right in front of us and were again told that they'd run out. Turns out they were yesterday's, so why not throw them out then??
Anyway two breakfasts, coffees, ok, and two packed lunches came to a tenner. At a service station! In the UK a packet of crisps would have cost that...
As we neared the circuit the fog descended and was pretty bad, you didn't have annoying people leaving their fog lights on though, instead people drove without fog lights and did crazy overtakes to gain 3 seconds.
We arrived at the circuit and found a great seat, we were curious why no one else had it the we realised that we were sat on an ants nest and the ants were about a centimetre long! We moved.
We actually found better seats, although we didn't know it at the time because of the fog. As it lifted we saw we were at a great corner with views of several parts of the circuit and there was a giant screen in front of us. Result.
Mark had to dig deep into his willpower to not eat his lunch at 9:30, which was a good thing as eating at the circuit meant queuing for several days and taking out a second mortgage.
The racing was good, all three races went down to the last lap. All of the spaniards wanted Marquez to win whereas Steve wanted him to crash, Mark made him promise he wouldn't cheer if that happened. I won't write the result here as people may still want to watch a the race, but here's a picture of the winner:
The queue to leave the circuit was unbelievable, and in traditional style the Spanish were unorganised and impatient, so it was just like a giant mosh out that slowly moved forward for an hour.
The roads weren't much better with a single line of traffic all moving along but random people doing crazy overtakes and cutting in without actually getting anywhere. We were both missing the bikes a lot at this point!
Along the road and in the next few town were lots of traffic cops. It seems their job is just to wave people forward. We were already going forward, a car length behind the car in front, with no other option to go forward, but still he blew his whistle and waved us forward. Good job he did that, for a moment I thought I had to drive into a shop.
We passed a place called restaurant Arse where there were loads of Harley riders outside for some reason. I'm guessing it was just sausage and chocolate milkshakes on the menu there.
Back at our base in Zaragoza we grabbed some food and ice cream (yum) whilst listening to the broken record buskers. They were actually quite good, and were a 3 piece orchestra, however they only knew 3 songs so on the twelve rendition of Viva La Vida we moved on.
We ended up sat outside a bar, next to a couple that were a little over the top with their public display of affection, so much so that it sounded like they were recreating the Hannibal Lecter scenes from Silence of the Lambs. We thought it best to call it a night. When we got back to the hotel, we did check what time breakfast was, we were told 7am. Grrrrr!
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