The Holiday From Hell | Part 3

*Originally posted on my blog at http://callumjw.blogspot.co.uk/2015/10/the-holiday-from-hell-part-3.html*

Hiring Push Bikes 

Now not to blow our own horns, but Emma and I do like an active day, so with that in mind we decided to go and hire push bikes. Well actually we wanted to hire quad bikes but they had already sold out so we had to get the only thing they had left which was two ageing mountain bikes, both for men, but both cost only 5 Euros to hire for 24 hours, so who really cared. 

After 5 minutes cycling it became very apparent that someone cared. Emma. Emma cared. 

The problem was that Emma's jean shorts were apparently not fit for cycling. Apparently. 

So we decided to peddle our way back to the hotel, have an outfit change, consult a map, stock up on water and head out for a full day on the bike. 

We set off and after another 5 minutes we had to stop again. We had a problem. Emma had a problem. Her flip flops were not fit for cycling. We went back. 

AND SO WE SET OFF

But then we went back, because we forgot the map. 

BUT THEN WE REALLY WERE OFF

So we followed the road we could see from our 'balcony' and soon found that it began to climb. No matter, a little hill to get our blood pumping, we thought. 

Before I go any further, let me just say that it was 33 degrees without a cloud in the sky and after all our faffing it was just after midday. In other words it was HOT AS HELL.

So we cycled up, and up, and up, and then we then realised that we were absolutely and utterly lost. The only thing that resembled something like a road sign was '5 KM' painted in varying colours of paint splattered randomly on the ground. No matter how far in any direction we turned, we were always 5km away from something, what ever that was.

Probably our sense. 

Emma: "Shall we just go back?" 

Me: "I thought you'd never ask." 

After exactly 30 minutes of mostly walking our bikes up the steep hill, we spun round and headed for 'home'. 

However, getting back was not going to be a simple mater. As we started to roll down the hill we had only just laboured up, we realised that Emma's brakes didn't work and mine were stuck on. 

It made for an interesting journey back. 

We decided, after yet another stop at our room for another change of clothes, to peddle the few hundred yards to the beach and sit by the sea and try to forget our failed bike ride.