Settling In

With any trip it takes a few days to settle into it. Getting into a routine, remembering how to use the GPS, remembering to lube the chain after the day's ride and how to use the panniers properly. The last one isn't usually the case but is now due to the new bike of course. They're not the bullet proof Pelican jobbies from before but they're OK for what they are. As for the riding, better. Off the motorways and into and over the snowy Pyrenees was fun but cold. Little other traffic meant no dramas or delay and with the roads all a bit damp it helpfully allowed for a slow and steady pace. After a couple of years of not riding for me I think that's a good idea. So finally into a damp/wet/cold Spain after a 6,000 feet climb off we rode south in search of warmer and drier weather. Not much to report other than Sando losing a differential oil sump plug bolt and, yes you've guessed it, all his oil. This was spotted prior to it seizing up so with Spain (just about) being first world all was sorted out fairly quickly.

Huesca was our end point for the day and following some beers we had a game of Russian 'restaurant' roulette consisting of a three course meal by each pointing at the menu not knowing what anything meant. Except Charlie's Salmon...