By now it was well into the afternoon and
other ideas on where to go were nonexistent. So it was decided
to have a beer and relax a little. After all there was a very
nice young lady behind the bar at 'El Clap', Lee's sister I
think. After a while it was decided to stay nearby in a hostal
that we had passed on the way into the village. We were able to
get a room quite easily at the Hostal Tosalet, or tossalot as we
named it. I must point out that this place was clean, friendly
and had excellent food - it's just our warped sense of humour.
Anyway, having showered and eaten we took a tour around this
little place called Alcoceber, this didn't take too long and we
soon ended up back at bar El Clap. More beer! Thirsty work this
touring, you know. We spent the remainder of the night in the
bar. Or a least that's what we thought. The bar El Clap was now
closing, but the now two lovely young ladies behind the bar
wanted to go out. And they thought it would be a jolly good idea
if we came along. Not wanting to disappoint our hosts, we
obliged. So the four of us climbed into a jeep and off we went.
Nice to be driven after so long on the bike, Out of the village
we went, and on. After some time we turned off the road onto a
dirt track. 'Where are we going?' - 'Don't worry, just sit back
and enjoy the ride,' came the reply. Sure enough, after about
half an hour, we came to what looked like an old wooden ranch
house out of the wild west. Only it was a bar, with beer, food,
music, pool table, bandits (the sort you play, I'm pleased to
say), tables, chairs and a dance floor, out here, in the middle
of nowhere, amazing. I have no idea what the place is called or
where it is, but a good time was had by all, drinking, eating
and dancing the night away. Wonderful. We spent a couple more
days hanging around Alcoceber before moving on. Now heading
north on the N340, towards the city of Barcelona. A large yellow
blob on the map, but one I particularly wanted to visit. It
wasn't that far away according to the map, so wouldn't take too
long. Or at least that's what we thought. But this part of
Spain, N340 was very busy. The motorway however, running nearly
parallel with us was almost empty. John persuaded me to give the
motorway a go. Tickets collected, off we went at a great rate of
knots. It's a toll road, that's why it was empty! I can't
remember the amount we paid for this trip along an almost
deserted road, but it was worth it Just to experience the super
super, smooth road. Not to mention all the traffic we avoided.
We soon arrived in Barcelona. I was not impressed at all.
Derelict, scruffy and the smell, well the smell alone was enough
to put anybody off. It was bad. Nevertheless we pressed on,
further and further towards the city centre. But that smell just
would not go away. Reluctantly I had to agree with John, this
was too much to take. We'll have to give this one a miss.
So we turned around and headed back out of the city and into the
countryside, away from that smell. We soon came across a little
roadside bar. Where we replenished ourselves and discussed where
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