Mike: Lars' and Mark's bikes get their weekly service/ check up at El Motorista and they strap the tyres back onto their bikes. We leave to the wailing of attractive women and ‘senioritas el academios’ (schoolgirls). It's times like these you appreciate the time spent learning basic Spanish. ‘No, no, no!’ we said, ‘Los grande hombres on los motos must departos prontos’.
We headed north from Jerez towards the delightful truck stop of Alijucen. The warm ambience of the lit candles on arrival was a mere illusion as the proprietor, informed us that there was a power cut due to (much gesticulation at this point, fingers/arms moving up and down) rain in the hills. This had the added bonus of no water (electric pump). So far our room was looking pretty rubbish.
Eventually power was resumed and Juan Pedro Conchitas San Fransiscos del Fuegos, was able to cook some food (steak and chips) At this point Lars was still unable to commit to serious eating, the previous nights exuberance having taken its toll. We retired to our bedroom to music and a duty free bottle of Ballantines.
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