Day 3: Everything hurts.
It seems that windsurfers don’t really use the same muscles as bikers. Otherwise I can’t explain why everything hurts. We have a sore bum from sitting in the saddle and our legs feel like pudding. In addition to that, after a few kilometres we hear a cracking noise coming from the joint of Jules’s trailer coupling. Because of the weight of his boards or his radical racing style, the connection ripped apart and we are unable to put the trailer back on his bike. In good old “MacGyver” fashion, we just built a new joint consisting of a lot of duct tape. For the rest of the day we creep at a snail’s pace along the winding coastal road. After 50 kms our chicken legs are done and we camp in the garden of a friendly landlord that refilled our water supplies. We are a bit picky with our selection of night-time locations, so a sea view and the ocean within 30 seconds walking distance is always part of the program.