Having started the habit of a lifetime by washing and sleeping in public (or privately owned) places we decided to continue the trend last night. More apologies to the Sardinians scarred for life by the site of Luke walking around naked ruining your beautiful sunrise.
A unanimous decision that we all wanted a lie in meant we didn't move off till 7.30 (sorry did I say lie in?) with an absolutely stunning ride to our breakfast in Bosa. Billy decided he wanted more pictures taken of himself so took his clothes off on a train line (not sure if it was abandoned or not) but it's okay because he says it's promotion for the trip and therefore raising money for charity...hmm.
Bosa, sadly, was where I parted company with the boys as the injuries I picked up on day 1 (Mile 14 more accurately) have made cycling agony at best and dangerous at worse. Given I can no longer grip the handle bars properly with my right hand and walking is tricky means I've made the upsetting decision to head home and get proper medical treatment - no disrespect to Harry and Tom's wonderful first aid skills. I'm gutted to be leaving but sadly know it to be the right decision with 390 of our 550 miles still to go.
Having left them the boys smashed on, helped by the fact everyone had a tub of Nutella and baguette for breakfast and that they were no longer handicapped by my slow speed. As a result they were on the beach by 4. They're making incredible process and if you haven't already please, please consider sponsoring them or buying a Vantola t-shirt. The money raised goes to two brilliant British charities, The Newman Trust and Farms for City Children. Both provide children with life changing opportunities and we still have some way to go to reach our £5,000 target. More info on each link below.
I want to say a massive thank you to everyone for your continued support of the boys and those kind people that have chosen to sponsor me anyway. I can't tell you how much it helps when you're standing at the bottom of a very, very tall hill.
Finally to anyone out there that cycles, please, please, PLEASE wear a helmet. Mine cracked during my crash exactly where my temple would have hit the floor, given the speed we were going this could have cause a life threatening or potentially fatal injury and there is no way I'd be writing these posts.
This trip has changed my opinion of cyclists though, previously, when I saw someone cycling up a hill I thought 'you idiot'. Now I shall think 'wow, fair play. You idiot.'