Day 17 – Heading North On Monday To Run In Some New Cities
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I’m extending my trip to Sevilla, Madrid, Barcelona and Paris. I’m spending 2 nights in each of them apart from Sevilla. I’m then returning to work in London on the Eurostar on Monday morning.
I’m starting to love the old town centre of Albufeira. It’s a lot prettier than the Strip and has way better restaurants and fewer mad bastards on the loose.
It’s challenging to run around Albufeira because of the hills and the windy streets but I’ve trained enough on them recently for them not to be a problem.
Gurning in magical tunnels
There’s a magical tunnel you can run through to get to the beach and restaurants there. Here’s a picture of me having a wee gurn in it last night. I was disappointed that none of the restaurants were open on the other side.
This time I ordered a side of chicken wings, onion rings and a strawberry milkshake for dinner.
In total I ran just under 14 miles yesterday and walked 3,5 more. I enjoyed both the run to the restaurant and the one back again. Running home after dinner is never fun, especially if I’ve ate too much and have a leaky bumhole. The paths at night in the Algarve are pretty dangerous too with uneven pavement almost everywhere.
I’m growing weary of all the dogs in Portugal. I’ve gotten to know all of the dogs in the village and I know where each of them lives. On occasion one will startle me and I’ll start barking back at it if no-one else is around to see me. I love to mock their barks and say some really awful shit about their mothers. They deserve it. Especially the small chirpy genetics lab rat dogs.
I don’t see the fucking point in them. It’s inhumane to put the brain of a dog inside of a rat. The wee fuckers are suffering from a severe case of Napoleon’s Syndrome. If I had my way I’d reclassify all small dogs as rodents and upgrade elephants, apes and giraffes as humans. Give the fuckers passports.
I can’t wait to get to Paris. They seem to hate dogs in France which is good news for me.
I didn’t sleep well last night. I was awake until 6am. I made the mistake of booking my connecting trains this morning whilst still half asleep. Chose the wrong date on my connection from Madrid to Barcelona on a non-refundable saver fare. Fucking nightmare. £55 gone in a second.
Still hurts to think about.
Here is today’s food diary.