Day 3 – Winter training camp
The plan was to awake with 08:00 alarm call. Well, what are plans for if not to let you know when you have changed plans!
The alarm did its part of the bargain, however, the budding athletes politely ignored calls for ‘Carpe Diem’, at least until 08:30.
There was an organised excursion to the ancient capital of Lanzarote, namely Teguise. Little Nemo was being given a treat as the local market was on this morning in Teguise.
Most inhabitants of La Santa going to the market would be taking the bus, but why would you want to go 20km by bus when you can cycle on a road bike and take in the sites along the way.
The route was via Soo and down to the surfing capital in the village of Famara where all the surfing shops clearly showed ‘surfing dudes’ welcome here. Little Nemo is learning fast on road biking. As Bigman tore down the road to Famara, Little Nemo was tucked in behind enjoying the drafting and limiting power output for the undoubted hills we would ‘find’ to climb.
And so it came to pass. As the Posse Ecosse left Famara the road started to rise along the side of the cliff face. At least the wind was now our friend. Little Nemo was clinging to Bigman’s rear wheel whilst counting the cat’s eyes as she wound in the road to the junction leading to Teguise. She did indeed surprise herself with the technique, arriving at the junction before she had realised the hill climb was past.
The market town was buzzing with tourists looking for the bargain to take back to ‘friends’! The Posse visited a coffee shop frequented by the Posse on a previous visit. The owner remembered the Posse’s last visit and asked after Duracell, The Fit One and JR.
Little Nemo went off to scour for a bargain whilst Bigman enjoyed another coffee plugged in the i-pod and watched people meandering along the cobbled streets. Several children in prams were severely shaken as they rocked back and fore, with little cheeks bouncing up and down, on the uneven streets! At this point, Lanzarote enjoyed mild precipitation. Nothing by Scottish November standards but enough to clear the café seating. The Bigman remained and within 30 seconds normal sunshine was restored. It was certainly cooler today. As low as 25 degrees at one point!
And then it was time to go! As the pair raced down the hill out of Teguise, Little Nemo, hard on the wheel of Bigman shouted for more speed. My how the little one has progressed in a couple of days.
As they turned towards Famara a couple of unsuspecting cyclists were spotted on the horizon. As is tradition, the pace was increased and the ‘bandits’ were wound in and passed at pace with a friendly ‘hola’.
The scenery may be barren however the colour comparisons are stark with brilliant blue against the sands blown from the Sahara. At Soo, the Posse sought to stock up on food for the evening meal. The shop had no pasta, no meats, however the lady serving was very patient with a tourist with limited Spanish vocabulary and so it felt appropriate to buy at least something. Two Calypos were procured and easily consumed shortly thereafter. Another 50k travelled with lovely smooth surfaces below the rubber.
A brief lunch was enjoyed before rest and relaxation at the pool. Then Stretch classes at 16:00 before moving immediately on to the Body Combat class. As Bigman is choreographically challenged and the leader was moving a pace, the sight was not pretty. Lots of arms and legs flailing madly like some beached whale. A small consolation was that at least he knew he was uncoordinated ………. others had not yet identified that about themselves!
As has become the tradition, the day was rounded off by a three game set of squash. Little Nemo came close to claiming the scalp of Bigman …………. speaking metaphorically, of course.
Tomorrow is a planned trip to the Green Lagoon at El Golfo. Time for an early night.
The plan was to awake with 08:00 alarm call. Well, what are plans for if not to let you know when you have changed plans!
The alarm did its part of the bargain, however, the budding athletes politely ignored calls for ‘Carpe Diem’, at least until 08:30.
There was an organised excursion to the ancient capital of Lanzarote, namely Teguise. Little Nemo was being given a treat as the local market was on this morning in Teguise.
Most inhabitants of La Santa going to the market would be taking the bus, but why would you want to go 20km by bus when you can cycle on a road bike and take in the sites along the way.
The route was via Soo and down to the surfing capital in the village of Famara where all the surfing shops clearly showed ‘surfing dudes’ welcome here. Little Nemo is learning fast on road biking. As Bigman tore down the road to Famara, Little Nemo was tucked in behind enjoying the drafting and limiting power output for the undoubted hills we would ‘find’ to climb.
And so it came to pass. As the Posse Ecosse left Famara the road started to rise along the side of the cliff face. At least the wind was now our friend. Little Nemo was clinging to Bigman’s rear wheel whilst counting the cat’s eyes as she wound in the road to the junction leading to Teguise. She did indeed surprise herself with the technique, arriving at the junction before she had realised the hill climb was past.
The market town was buzzing with tourists looking for the bargain to take back to ‘friends’! The Posse visited a coffee shop frequented by the Posse on a previous visit. The owner remembered the Posse’s last visit and asked after Duracell, The Fit One and JR.
Little Nemo went off to scour for a bargain whilst Bigman enjoyed another coffee plugged in the i-pod and watched people meandering along the cobbled streets. Several children in prams were severely shaken as they rocked back and fore, with little cheeks bouncing up and down, on the uneven streets! At this point, Lanzarote enjoyed mild precipitation. Nothing by Scottish November standards but enough to clear the café seating. The Bigman remained and within 30 seconds normal sunshine was restored. It was certainly cooler today. As low as 25 degrees at one point!
And then it was time to go! As the pair raced down the hill out of Teguise, Little Nemo, hard on the wheel of Bigman shouted for more speed. My how the little one has progressed in a couple of days.
As they turned towards Famara a couple of unsuspecting cyclists were spotted on the horizon. As is tradition, the pace was increased and the ‘bandits’ were wound in and passed at pace with a friendly ‘hola’.
The scenery may be barren however the colour comparisons are stark with brilliant blue against the sands blown from the Sahara. At Soo, the Posse sought to stock up on food for the evening meal. The shop had no pasta, no meats, however the lady serving was very patient with a tourist with limited Spanish vocabulary and so it felt appropriate to buy at least something. Two Calypos were procured and easily consumed shortly thereafter. Another 50k travelled with lovely smooth surfaces below the rubber.
A brief lunch was enjoyed before rest and relaxation at the pool. Then Stretch classes at 16:00 before moving immediately on to the Body Combat class. As Bigman is choreographically challenged and the leader was moving a pace, the sight was not pretty. Lots of arms and legs flailing madly like some beached whale. A small consolation was that at least he knew he was uncoordinated ………. others had not yet identified that about themselves!
As has become the tradition, the day was rounded off by a three game set of squash. Little Nemo came close to claiming the scalp of Bigman …………. speaking metaphorically, of course.
Tomorrow is a planned trip to the Green Lagoon at El Golfo. Time for an early night.
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