Day 7 - Scorchio

Did nowt.
Relaxed at the beach as the sun was out and it was boiling.
I went for a swim in the Med, Glenn wouldn't go in and no one else was swimming. I got some strange looks and people were pointing. I suppose April is a bit early for the soft Spaniards to get into the drink, they've obviously never swum in the North Sea off Newbiggin.
Oiled some bits on the bike with some WD40 from the ferreteria.
It was lovely and hot, but my stuff was wet again.
Had a good day relaxing, as this is the turning point in our trip, the furthest point south we will make is Tarragonna then we will go through to Huesca.
Glenn falls asleep everywhere, he was snoring and dribbling when we were at the beach today.
He is sat right now stuffing his face with Spag Bol straight from the pan, sat on the dust drinking 7.2% lager.
He hopes to leave the plastic crate behind tomorrow that he has carted around Spain on the back of his bike. Lets see if he can manage to get everything bungee'd on.

We are like a zoo attraction here, as we are near the site entrance, everyone walks past us and we aint camping the standard accepted way.
A family just walked past and slowed their pace as they got to us, to watch the two monkeys swinging in their hammocks.
My Spanish is not great but I think the dad just said to the mam "look at the big one stuffing it's face in it's strange swinging bed. The other one must be the clever one as it appears to be reading and writing, but it's probably just grabbed a pencil and is scribbling, lets go before one starts masturbating."