So the eagle eye’d follower of RTG 13 may now realise that Fox have jetted off to the somewhat more predictable climate of that which Barcelona has to offer. It was one of those STUPIDLY early starts
to the day, all packed and on a plane by 06:30. Horrible. Anyway, so following a minor but uneventful baggage-loss scare we all piled in to taxis and headed to town. Our apartment wasn’t quite ready
to be occupied yet, so we just went for a quick bite to eat. Now Russ is our only vegetarian, a concept seemingly alien to our dining host. After being offered any combination of egg, cheese or ham
based food our hearts desired Russ politely requested a veggie option. Now it took a minute to figure out, but it soon became apparent that the waiter was suggesting that being a veggie also means
one is homosexual. Bemusing as this was, it was also hilarious, especially coupled with the huff of distain as the waiter had to come up with some new whacky non-meat based concoction.
We eventually moved in to our apartment, and I have to say, it’s quite a treat. It’s basically massive and posh so we’ve done ok. So smelly little Travelodge for us thank you very much!
Fernando our Spanish guide came over with some friends and Catfish in tow to show us the sights in the afternoon so off we went for a little pedal. We spent the next few hours riding around the city,
hanging out in a ditch, getting jumped out on by Catfish and witnessing Russ pull off an impressively heterosexual icepick grind! The best part of today was Lima A) getting a puncture and having to
piggy-back his bike miles back home on a rental bike, and then B) cutting his brand new inner tube in half with a pair of scissors because he got distracted by a Youtube video of an over weight lady
being ‘entertained’ in a chicken shop. Make of that what you will!