Last night we stopped in a small place - Point Arenas - we turned off out of town to the coast to a fantastic Inn - The Wharfside - the only place in town. It is on top of a steep drive so Pat was despatched to check it out and negociate. $99 was the best price for the basic room. Gilly and I were summoned and once in the lobby our hostess had decided to upgrade us to the honeymoon suits - jaccusi - bath candles and four posters - fantastic. My partner is away , she said so I have put you next to the lobby Patrick and what a lovely name. Oh Patrick would you like me to do your washing? Oh Patrick Iam sure you can get Wifi in your room.Oh Patrick is there anything else I can do? Jesting aside it was a fantastic deal and they are very welcoming to cyclists.
After a good breakfast we climbed back up to rpute 1 and on our way - 5 miles later and 6 hills Gilly ground to a halt - my bike won,t work. The bolts holding her jockey wheels in place had come loose and one had come out. Aspecial washer had been lost and it looked like her ream mech was stuffed. Acouple of lady cyclist stopped and gave the message to Pat who was 2 hills and 1 mile down the road. The nearest bike shop was San Fransisco 120 miles away. We were buggered. A carstopped and out jumped Mark who wantwd a P. What's the problem - he was the coach of the local triathelete team - here is the number of our mechanic - Pat calls - yep no problem and 30 minute later he is with us - fixed and away. Fantastic - just like the African bush - 100 miles from nowhere, you break down and suddenly there is a croud. Gilly will need new jockey wheels in SF. Lucky that the coach needed a pee - lucky the mechanic, Brian, was at home, lucky that he was happy to make a 30 mile round trip and lucky he could fix it or we would be in the back of a pick-up somewhere seeking help.
We are in Gualala (pronounce that if you can) in a motel well short of our intended camp spot. Early start tomorrow as we are looking forward to SF. Odo 1162.5
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