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Neither flash or dance | Valpaparazzi's Blog
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Random notes about life in Spain. Laquo; Therapist, heal thyself. Neither flash or dance. By 1115 the Plaza was virtually empty, other than the criss-crossing of guided tour groups from some cruise ships berthed a couple of miles away, passing like trains at Crewe Central Station, careful not to bump into a tour from the competition. If you would like to know more about Spain, visit my web site, Derek Workman. Articles and books can also be found at Digital Paparazz. Feed You can leave a response. You ar...
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Day 1 – A gentle Sunday jaunt. | Bike Morocco
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Day 1 – A gentle Sunday jaunt. We set off, and the upland plain dips and rises, but without any extremes, mainly because we’ve been bussed to a. Andy ready for the off. Departure point of over 800 metres. Even so, climbs over next four hours will take us higher than Ben Nevis. As I skittered down the road in the High Atlas, all I could think was, Keep your head up! Keep your head up! I slid to a stop with nothing worse than a grazed palm and twisted wrist. As I continue my stately glide downhill I drift ...
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Cool Marrakech Chic Riads Marrakech Morocco: March 2012
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Cool Marrakech Chic Riads Marrakech Morocco. Friday, 23 March 2012. Home / riad / hotel exhibition in Marrakesh. For those interested in home /riad / hotel decoration, then you will like this exhibition: Riad Art Expo,. Http:/ www.riadariha.com/blog/riad-art-expo.htm. Riad Ariha and Riad Chi-Chi Marrakech. Wednesday, 21 March 2012. A Day Without Cars in Marrakesh. A Day Without Cars in Marrakech by guest blogger, Derek Workman,. 8211; and he insists it’s not an April Fool’s trick! 8220;It would be great ...
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Day 3 – Lunch at the top of the world. | Bike Morocco
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Day 3 – Lunch at the top of the world. Aching bones, gurgling stomach, not feeling I can do it, but the moment we get into the saddle for a rapid descent of a couple of kilometers, the aches and pains ease and the chill wakes me up. I’m usually one of the first off, not because I need to be in the lead but because I know that some time soon everyone will pass me, and that’s okay. We pass Richard Branson’s much acclaimed Kasbah Tamarot, and I’m surprised to see that it’s sat right by the side of the road&...
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Day 6 – The home stretch. | Bike Morocco
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Day 6 – The home stretch. I tumble out of bed at 7.30 on a bright, crisp morning, under a blue sky with the sun glistening off the snow. This is our last day on the bikes, with 80km ahead of us. Fortunately almost half of that is down hill, but apparently one of the steepest and fastest descents in the whole of Africa. For a kilometre we take a casual ride, passing the croaking frogs on the lake and leaving the sodden football pitch and its herds of grazing sheep behind. And then the descent begins.
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The Riders | Bike Morocco
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Mike McHugo, 57 years old. Organiser of the ride and one of the guiding lights in Education For All. Despite having severed a tendon in his right leg four years ago and being told it was time he gave up long distance bike rides it hasn’t stopped him cycling from his home in Pont de Montvert in the heart the Parc National des Cévennes in France (which makes him a. Andy Philips, 54 years old. Gareth Westacott, 59 years old. He then makes up for it and goes at a pace that even has Mike shaking his head.
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Day 4 – Home away from home. | Bike Morocco
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Day 4 – Home away from home. What’s that old country and western song? Raucous laughter and catcalls offstage left.). Today’s the ideal day to skip what turns out to be the longest ride of the week, because we’re cocooned in semi-luxury between two of the boarding houses Education for All have built, so I can walk to one and hitch a ride to the other in normal clothes, without looking like I’ve been shoe-horned into a slinky S&M outfit designed for someone half my size and a quarter my age. I arrive at D...
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Day 5 – You take the high road. | Bike Morocco
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Day 5 – You take the high road. When we pull off the road for lunch we set up camp on a bit of rough ground. That’s the royal we, of course, I do nothing more than set my throbbing backside on a stool. Upward to Oukaimeden. Just to the side of a road is a tin shack with a log outside it, where I fully intend to park myself and wait for the back-up bus. I feel no shame as I watch five bikes gamely take the road upwards. After 4km of bus ride we come across George, leaning against his bike, contentedly gaz...
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Therapist, heal thyself | Valpaparazzi's Blog
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Random notes about life in Spain. Laquo; It pays to have a guru on your side. Neither flash or dance. Therapist, heal thyself. A couple of days ago I was out for another gallivant on my bike around Valencia. (In an interview with El Mundo. AnywayCrash Therapy. I couldn’t help wonder what it is. Is it therapy from when you’ve had a shunt in the motor? Or maybe it’s one of those catch-alls that means a crash course in therapy, a sticking plaster for all that ails you? But I’ve wandered off Crash Therapy.
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Day 2 – For every zig there’s a zag. | Bike Morocco
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Day 2 – For every zig there’s a zag. We spent the last couple of nights in a gorgeous riad just on the edge of the Medina in Marrakech, but this morning we leave the city for pastures new. After yesterday’s record-breaking ride for me anyway I’m feeling ready for another day back in the saddle. Isn’t it amazing how easily we can fool ourselves! Back on the bike, and miles behind anyone else, I half ride, half push my wayup the steep zig-zag. In the distance I could hear a deep motor groan, and. When I sa...
