Getting dressed in the morning. From 'What do I feel like wearing?' to 'What stinks the least?'. Sometimes you have to compromise – especially when there's no time for luxuries like laundry.
This, for example, is what's left of my socks:
One pair went feral and had to be binned; the others have all been lost en-route.
Anyway – we had to do the ferry hustle again today, and get out of our place by about 9:00. This kind of haste doesn't suit us; the upside, though, was that we got to see early morning for once. Early morning, on Arran anyway, was looking good:
The day was long and gruelling – 60 miles and over 3000ft of climbs. But it was also one of the most photogenic so far. With that in mind, I'll shut up and revert to photojournal mode for today...
Getting the ferry with dozens of other cyclists:
Back on the mainland - Rosie raids the Larder, Tarbet:
Al fresco, Tarbet:
The long, empty road behind us:
Loch Fyne lives up to its name:
In Ayrshire, buildings are big, solid and painted black + white. This looks fantastic against the green landscape:
The natural environment isn't bad either. This is a typical rocky path down to the lochside...
It's a long day for us though, and a stiff headwind all the way. Rosie was having the worst day so far, with back pain getting worse and sucking all the fun out of the journey. For the last 20 miles, we were making frequent stops to break out the mini-pharmacy of pain relief preparations we carry around with us: ibuprofen gel + tablets, deep heat, Indian muscle rub...
Much later than planned, we finally rolled into Oban, 'Gateway to the Isles'. Tonight: Chinese food for a change. Tomorrow: a prospective return to the online world when we – hopefully – pick up our fixed netbook.
This, for example, is what's left of my socks:
Anyway – we had to do the ferry hustle again today, and get out of our place by about 9:00. This kind of haste doesn't suit us; the upside, though, was that we got to see early morning for once. Early morning, on Arran anyway, was looking good:
The day was long and gruelling – 60 miles and over 3000ft of climbs. But it was also one of the most photogenic so far. With that in mind, I'll shut up and revert to photojournal mode for today...
Getting the ferry with dozens of other cyclists:
Back on the mainland - Rosie raids the Larder, Tarbet:
Al fresco, Tarbet:
The long, empty road behind us:
Loch Fyne lives up to its name:
In Ayrshire, buildings are big, solid and painted black + white. This looks fantastic against the green landscape:
The natural environment isn't bad either. This is a typical rocky path down to the lochside...
It's a long day for us though, and a stiff headwind all the way. Rosie was having the worst day so far, with back pain getting worse and sucking all the fun out of the journey. For the last 20 miles, we were making frequent stops to break out the mini-pharmacy of pain relief preparations we carry around with us: ibuprofen gel + tablets, deep heat, Indian muscle rub...
Much later than planned, we finally rolled into Oban, 'Gateway to the Isles'. Tonight: Chinese food for a change. Tomorrow: a prospective return to the online world when we – hopefully – pick up our fixed netbook.
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