Addendum to yesterday


 Not as mysterious as the title might imply. There are a few things which I forgot to mention about yesterday. I have created this 'bolt on' as much for our memories as anything...

For a start, the assault on the nasal passages must be mentioned. Now this might not be what you're thinking.....

Everywhere and everybody is so clean! 

The hotel in Bilbao smelt like the cleaners had been indulging in a bleach fest. It was overpowering and got the back of your throat. We wondered if we had arrived just after an annual 'bleach down' but the next morning, we saw staff getting busy with the bleach all over again. Also, when we walk, or even cycle, past people they smell of washing powder. Perhaps it's just that their smell is in such contrast to the way we now smell?

Then there were the dogs. We set off down a little lane which turned out to be the wrong lane. It lead to someone's house. As we came within sight of it, we heard and then saw a group of dogs hurtling towards us. Turning a tandem round on a very narrow lane and then taking off at speed up hill is not easy. I think adrenaline had something to do with our miraculous speed. We narrowly avoided becoming K9T. Think about it...

The scenery has been spectacular. Yes, I should have mentioned that. However, there have been an amazing number of factories/car shops. I wonder if we're cycling through the Detroit of Spain? It makes for fascinating scenery. We love the juxtaposition 🙂

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  1. Nomads in Limbo31 July 2023 at 04:03

    The Bleach routine is probably a hangover from the Covid Crisis !!

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