It was a perfect day for riding, but (as I usually do) I underestimated the cold, so by the time I finished my hot chocolate I was feeling my hands again, and by the time I finished the soup I was almost a warm-blooded creature.
Among the highlights (so to speak):
- the day was perfect for riding (I know I already said that, but it really was a perfect day for riding)
- there's no running water in the toilets at the sky renting centre on top of Trodos; instead, the pipes (and the water inside) are frozen solid
- There's no snow; well ... there was a one-by-one metre patch of snow, but altogether too little to ski on
- did I mention if was a perfect day for riding? (well ... it was!)
In other news (that is, not related to the vegetable soup at all), this evening I hope I'll get around to opening my bike apart as my speedometer is broken and I want to have a look at it.