If there’s one thing I’ve learned from my last two trips, it’s that biking along the Atlantic coast out here means lot of elevation, consistently ranging from large hills to small mountains. Because I stay in oceanfront towns, I almost always go on a big descent into town and then an equally big ascent going out. Imagine my delight when I started my ride today by coasting down a long hill to the main road. At which point I realized I’d gone the wrong way and had to ride back up that hill to get to the beginning of the ride, which of course started with a ride up an even bigger hill.
A few miles out of town I noticed that the written directions for the ride referred to the local airport as an “aerodrome.” This provided a huge clue in my quest to figure out why I just haven’t been able to connect linguistically with the person who wrote text that accompanies the maps.
But that is all forgotten now that I’m comfortably situated poolside at the four-star hotel I’m staying at today (in which my room, 004, is in a completely different area of the hotel from room 04).
I think I’ll just focus on whether I should have the pool boy give me a towel so that I can go for a dip here or walk down to the beach and enjoy an ocean swim. Perhaps I’ll do both.
Some pictures from the ride today.
The town I’m staying in is much smaller than those of the prior few days, which suits me.
And, I get such a kick out of the road signs here. Does that one on the right mean to be on the lookout for Curious George?

The waterfront, with all its arid brown dustiness and the occasional palm tree reminds me of the middle east. Did you nod off on your bike and drift a few hundred miles? Liking the pics and writing!
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