Day 11 - Tequilla Sunrise

So woke up to a beautiful day. Just dossed around and went to the beach.
The sun shone all day and we went out for a blast on the bikes, through the sandy pine tree laden tracks. So nice to get all the gear off the bikes and ride in shorts and tee shirts again.
Glenn gestured down a sandy hill so I ragged off down there only to get bogged down in the sand after about 100 yards, so, since he had followed me down, I ragged back up, lost control and the bike dragged me through a bramble bush in my shorts. Nice touch.
Glenn tried to get up in first and dug a nice big hole as the hill was steep, so needed a push.
After much mucking around and generally having fun on the deserted tracks, back to base and made spoons.
Not the gay cuddling up type, wood ones , for eating.
At the time of writing in my book, Bugley is finishing off his 'how to be a serial killer' book and I'm just about to plan tomorrows journey.
We've just been into town cos he wanted to make chicken curry and we got more Tequilla beer. hoorar
Stormed back the couple of miles on the bike, as tonights beer was much more expensive and bewley wanted to kick the store owners ares for overcharging. Good job I aint as hot headed, cos I checked when we got back to the shop......we were under charged by loads last night.
Nice as it is, that Desperado beer is bloody expensive.
The curry was a nice change from the usual grub even though I managed to knock the pan off the stove and fire hot bubbling curry all over Glenns hand (who amazingly caught the pan and just screamed, instead of dropping it). He was looking forward to that curry!
When glenn got the bread out, there were two ends, one pointed and crispy and the other looking a bit flat, he said which end do you want?

What I then shouted, the title of tomorrows story,  probably wasn't the best thing to shout in a quiet campsite at night, when everyone probably thought we were gay bikers.