I was still going to call by Shanklys for a photo shot, but the darkness came in fast and it was still damp making visibilty poor as my glasses kept misting up.
I eventually stopped at a bar in Cambrils, where at last I was treated to a succession of tapas with every drink.
I was falling off the stool by eleven, not through alcohol but just tiredness, so I left to find a shelter. I eventually found a place by some offices, but woke with the cold as usual at 2 am. I went for a walk about and at three I found a garage entrance and got myself another couple of hours.
I found Shanklys fairly quickly near the small beach there and took the photo I wanted and then set off for Tarragona.
Approaching Tarragona I was plagued by my chain
It was still grey and cool at this point and I wasn't hopeful of a scenic route into Barcelona. However I was proved wrong as the road out, ran along the edge of the cliffs, with only a concrete barrier between myself and the drop below
|The Derbi FDX (near left) with fellow mopeds and scooters at the Pl de España|
It seemed a fitting venue for the bike to reach and so off I went again racing with all the other mad scooters of Barcelona to arrive there in good time to see the game with Los Lads.