George
November 10th 2005 Funny how things turn out.
Three days previously Christie and I had been sitting in Hostal Forestal eating our dinner when a lady called Jenny from England sat down next to us, offered us a beer, and started chatting.
When she found out about our cycling ambitions she told us how when she had been at the airport in London she'd met a guy called George who was cycling for two years from the
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