1) Top-notch breakfast in hotel to be set about,
2) Only about 50 miles or so to Gib, and
3) Was dreading getting back onto the shoulder-less A7/N-340!
|Sorry to the late breakfast arrivals about there being none left, hah-hah!|
|A strong roundabout game in Marbella. As one would expect.|
|"You're so vain, I bet you think this photo's about you!"|
|What are you waiting for? Gib ain't gonna come to you, mate.|
|On the quiet roads the shoulder (or lack of) is no issue.|
|Nice to see you, to see you...nice!|
|You couldn't resist one last dig, could you Google Maps, hah-hah!|
|After some horrendous climbs back up from sea level, it was the sanity of this for the last 7 miles. Legal too. Probably.|
|Time for one last piece of random roundabout detritus.|
|Ororgraphic Lift. Adiabatic something...er...move along now.|
|Hoping that my EasyJet chariot will be here on Sunday, not least in the light of this...|
|Eh what? ATC shirkers, hah-hah!|
That done, the next item of business was to drop-off luggage and then set-off up The Rock for a few photos. I knew it was steep but there's ramps at 20%...although without the panniers, the bike seemed like a feather so up we went!
|A terrific amount of nautical shenanigans occurring.|
|All very 007 sounding: actually they did use this as a location for one of Tim Dalton's efforts, no?|
|O'Hara's Battery is about 1400 feet up and the highest point open to El Publico. Plus I was happy not to have any more vertical effort, thank you.|
|People had warned me about the apes- yeah, yeah they're nowt. Really?|
|I hope those Haribos choke you, hah-hah!|
Aside from keeping marauding simians at bay, the other issue was coercing another tourist into taking a few photos of me wearing the different charities' jerseys. Sounds easy, right? You try it sometime.
Invariably people behave as though they've never held a camera in their lives, with predictably tragic results despite the perfect subject matter, ahem.
You then have to lie and say what a great job they've done despite them blindly ignoring my explicit commands on where to stand, what to include in the shot, what button to press, hah-hah! Then you have to wait until they've sodded-off before collaring someone else. Preferably someone with a DSLR slung around their necks!
|Please take the shot before he takes the bike too!|
|And the view from tonight's acco. "Norman Stanley Fletcher...".|
|Casemates Square sort of alive!|
This is why it was worth doing...
|Way beyond what I hoped we could achieve- you amazing people.|
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So where we on the last stage and what did we do? Here you are for the final time...
|Lovely Marbella to Gib...|
|And the slog up to O'Hara's Battery. That's it!|
I'll raise a glass to you all in a bit...cheers Ears!
The best introduction by my great mate Whisperin' Bob! Met him in Nashville once you know, lovely man. "So as I said to Bob..."