As you may have noticed, I've so far failed to write about my South American adventures. Fear not, I have been taking notes and I'll turn them into some coherent words soon. Today, however, I'm going to write out of sequence about the last week, where I've been preparing for a big climb on Saturday night.
It's with a very slightly sore head I write this final chapter in the diary of my pedal from Porto to Munich. When the waitress said they only served the beer in steins, I thought that would be fine. It was, last night. Beer goes down very well when you're dehydrated after a 95 kilometre ride, sat in a sunny beer garden.