Elvas, Portugal
Un-Fairground
At the end of our longest day so far with fully loaded bikes, we simply sought pasta, and somewhere quiet to sleep. Instead, where the campsite should have been we found a car park next to a fairground staging re-enactments of the siege of Sarajevo until 3 in the morning. The hotel (staffed by an insomniac Hermann Munster) in which we took refuge did have the luxury of walls and a roof but the courtyard´s acoustics were just perfect for the never-...