Day Forty Seven: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Some years ago a friend of mine invited me to join him at a party in the countryside. A group of his mates were having a BBQ booze up.  It was in deepest darkest Dorset, in England. It was also located in prime mountain biking territory so we loaded our bikes into the back of [...]

Day Forty Six: Eduardo’s Road To Fitnesss

The bunch had exploded into three distinct groups, with fragments of the former peloton scattered all over the road, individuals were trying their best to catch their breath before putting in a big effort to catch one of these groups.  The leading group was flying. The train had left the station and if you were [...]

Day Forty Five: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Just because I’m losing
Doesn’t mean I’m lost
Doesn’t mean I’ll stop
Doesn’t mean I would cross
Yesterday was a bit of a write off.  I woke up lying in a small pool of water that had escaped from my nose. I was feeling pretty rough.  It was such a lovely day however that I could not sit at [...]

Day Forty Four: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

People inspire other people.  I do not know who coined the phrase and I certainly do not know who coined the phrase ‘coined the phrase’ however what I do know is that I have met people that have inspired me.  I am not talking about public figure heads – people who wear Rolex watches and [...]

Day Forty Three: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

At present I have just over two euros in my pocket.  I know it is there because I decided to count my change whilst I watched the American Treasury Secretary, Henry Paulson beg for seven hundred billion dollars.  That is a lot of money.  You could buy quite a few Large Hadron Colliders. You could [...]

Day Forty Two: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

A traditional flamenco guitar is made of Spanish cypress and spruce woods, which accounts for its characteristic body colour. It is lighter in weight and a bit smaller than a classical guitar, to give the sound a “brighter” and more percussive quality. Volume has traditionally been very important because the guitarists needed to be heard [...]

Day Forty One: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

Remember in Aliens when the engineering technician is looking for ‘Jones’, the crew’s cat? The guy walks into a large room calling out “Here kitty, kitty kitty.” It was a scary moment in the film.  You knew something was about to jump out from behind a dark corner and rip him to bits.  It made [...]

Day forty: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I think I like the chap behind the El Bulli dining experience. It is arguably Catalunya’s most talked about restaurant; indeed some say it is the finest restaurant on this planet. It is a venue that offers kinky gastronomists an orgy of taste sensations.  The wine list alone will send an oenophile into rapturous delight [...]

Day Thirty Nine: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

I quite fancy the idea of time travel.  It would be great on a dull afternoon, you know, the kind of afternoon where the television is showing nothing but monotonous programmes on house restoration, snooker matches or live darts matches. Personally I would rather jab darts into my own eyes than watch a live darts [...]

Day Thirty Eight: Eduardo’s Road To Fitness

A good friend of mine, Heinz Stucke once ate a whole sheep at one sitting.  OK so it was a baby lamb but it is still pretty impressive.  Less so if you are devout vegetarian.  Heinz was in Argentina, touring on his bicycle.  He had not eaten for almost four days.  He was camped out [...]