Owards to Beruit (or there and back again, and there and back again)
December 30th 2006 Saddled up in the morning like a pair of caffenated olympic cyclists.
Rode and rode and rode.
The riding was quite good going. The Med spread past my head and onto the horizon.
It was a deep blue colour, gentle soft waves lapping aginst the rocky shoreline. I was definately savouring the feeling of my legs pumping along like two little Thomas the Tank Engines.
Choo choo choo.
After a
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