Saturday 8th February 2025

Another splendid meal prepared by Bingo last night, hard luck for him I am the shopping master now, so unless explicitly told its "sin carne" meat free, pretty good with the beer, chocolate, pastas, vegetables and sauces now, fair play I did look at the chorizo, sadly did not have a clue, if its not on the list I don't get it.

great place last night, very airy and cool both of us slept like superstars, up at the crack of dawn, breakfast made as i walk into the spacious kitchen, we are living the high life, cold porridge, banana, chocolate and sweet coffee.

off we go to the magical city of Lincoln, already thinking of a nice beer in the "Dambuster Inn" not sure this Lincoln Provincia de Buenos Aires has a Dambusters Inn, but it will have a Pub, where we will toast the best landlord in living memory Steve Plews, thanks for your support mate we really appreciate it, pour me a Timothy Taylors Landlord please.

it really helps with my mind thinking, about a load of old codswallop, as we cycle through the Pampas, not much in the way of animals today, a muster of storks being elegant in a semi dried out salt lake, couple of live snakes swithering on the side of the road, bit of a debate on the size of the biggest one, four feet long, if that the case i am a 6 foot tall Greek god! Still a finely tuned athlete at 5`6 and a bit.

Met the strangest guy on a bike, trailer and two dogs coming in the opposite direction, obviously we stopped, had a little chat in broken Spanish, from what I can make out he cycles this road quite often, up and down, really refreshing to meet people who are just as mad as us two. His dogs were amazing just waited patiently on the side of the road as we tried to have to have a conversation, wished each over a "viaje seguro hacia Adelante" (safe onward journey)

Quite tough going in the morning session, even had a discussion about camping, just before Lincoln, mate my mind was racing then no pub what we going to do for hydration. What with a thunderstorm closing in and a few lucky petrol stations, not highlighted on the GPS, we seemed to get over the slight depression of not making it to the "Dambusters Inn"

On we went my mind only thinking of Steve Plews casually handing over a pint of "Landlords" famous ale, I may have to do with a cold "Brahma" instead. With the help of the chocolate infused stops and a quick call to Baden Powell (needed am update on the Snowdown CWRFC score) they thrashed Tonbridge in a top of the table clash, mate that made the last 20 miles zoom by.

Well we hit Lincoln, no sign of either the "Dambusters Inn, or the Lincoln green, but seemed a nice pleasant city, no idea why its called Lincoln though, will let my ever diligent editor sort that one out. Glided into the Hotel California, sorry its not called that its the Hotel Impala, but was singing the old classic as we navigated through the streets, least there was not the climb up to to the cathedral, as there is in the green and pleasant UK Lincoln.

Few cold "Brahma" sort out the next few days rides and try and make a rendezvous with Rylan, my son who is coming out to join us for a few weeks in late March, exciting times.