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70.2km – 1413m up – 1028m down – (did not ride)

It was supposed one of the easier cycling days. A short one, all on tar with just a tougher climb at the end. However I was forced to use the car after my last night’s stomach fiasco. Still having higher temperature, totally shivering and pale like a ghost – one couldn’t see me standing in front of a white wall – I packed my bag and Luke brought me to the lunch stop, where we got some delicious, fresh coconut to drink, from a local family.

Cristiano carried me and Dan (who is also recovering from a stomach ‘bug’) to Valle de Angeles, our location for the next rest day.

It is a nice place in the mountains and parrots are entertaining us in the garden with their ‘Holas’ and ‘Hallos’ – unfortunately trapped in a mid sized aviary. It would have been much nicer if they we as free as those in San Juan del Sur or Granada.

At 8:30 I already had my laundry disposed for cleaning and went to sleep … a loooong loooong sleep. I just got up in the afternoon to have some soup and returned to ‘narcosis’ until the next morning.

A healthy sleep. I totally feel better today, but still need the rest day to gain more strength for the forthcoming cycling days.

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At the arrival in Yuscaran I still felt strong, but exhausted with 11km that I did extra. However, obviously the food served (or the finisher beer that Dave gave me?) did no good to me at all. At around 9:30pm my stomach started to rumble and I developed higher temperatures. A Paracetamol 500 did not instantly help. At 10pm I had to rush to the bathroom and throw up. I do not want to go into details, but I didn’t leave it for two hours until I was totally drained and the mess I made was cleaned up as good as the available tools allowed. Bill, my room made, called for Dr. Sarah to look after me. I got some good medication and human touch which eased the pain a lot. Sarah was so nice to sleep over in our room on the floor for the next 3 hours to periodically wake me up to drink water.

Although the lights were switched on the whole night, Eric, the ‘racer’, seemed to have slept a healthy sleep. Maybe just dreaming about his bike, whether he cleaned all the stains from the previous ride. At the next day he was in camp only shortly after us, riding the cars.

How could this happen? Should I be superstitious?

* My my ‘Hakuna Matata’ sticker peeled off from my bike frame
in the rain. The sticker from Tanzania which says: ‘No
Worries’ and was attached since my TdA 2008 trip.

* I couldn’t buy a new lucky country bracelet the day
when we entered into H onduras.

* the horseshoe I found
around the lake leaving
Rancho Mancho is
mounted upside down to
my handle bar?

* simply bad luck?

125.1km – 2268m up – 2036m down – 5640kcal – 9:20h

Another 9+ hours on the bike day into our third country: Honduras

It was a long, but kind of easy climb to the border on a perfectly paved road, with a final Coke stop in Nicaragua to get the energy back. you never know what will be ahead of you, thus never miss a chance to stock up!  My riding was good, although a bit sour from the last day’s fall. However – have a look at the profile above – we had to carry our bikes over the top, otherwise we would have risk to puncture the tires on that sharp peek.

The downhill to the lunch stop was great, although we are back on gravel again. No rain, no wet stones, no hassles. We are already on the ‘Ruta Colonial y des los Volcanes’. The beginning of the 2nd section of the tour.

I had a great lunch, lots of food, water and social talks. But then I missed something …

It was supposed to be a 125km ride, but I made it 136km since I missed directions at lunch.

Now I know that ‘L @ Police’ does neither mean ‘Lunch @ police’ nor does it mean ‘Lost @ Police’ it simply meant: ‘Turn left at the police check point’.

Nobody saw me leaving the wrong way from lunch, after about 5.5km I was sure, that I was wrong, because nobody was behind me and I was still on good pavement. It was time to check my notes to recognize my error. So I returned to the Lunch stop and was greeted with smiles.

Question: Is this a matter for the UN Human Rights watch?
Canadians, Americans, South Africans and other nations were called back when they did the same mistake. Only ‘Little Joe’ from Germany was left on his own

After the extra 11km I finally headed into the right direction again and was happy to pass Suzette after a few kilometers. If she was right I was right too! I continued strong and passed several other cyclists, suffering badly from exhaustion.

  Around the final corner and into town, with real rough cobble stones. Rattling everything into position that was dislocated during the day.

I was welcomed with a Heineken, sponsored by Dave.

However this was not the end of the day …

Read more in the following article.

107.6km – 1977m up – 2756m down – 5101kcal – 9:18h

What a day! It was one of the toughest and most difficult so far to ride. It was raining all day and we had 56% off road today. The first 46km on pavement meant great fun for everyone. You can see it in our faces enjoying the down hills, although the rain drops hammering on us.
  

The pain started on the 2nd half, when we had to leave pavement and went onto rough gravel. The stones were so big and slippery that it was hard to control our wheels, even on slow climbs. That is where I had my first accident. My front wheel slipped on a rock, pushing me to the ground. Nothing happened, have others enjoy the incident, get back on the bike and simply ride on.  The expressions on the the faces talk for themselves, how everyone loved the rocky climbs. Eventually on the top of the climb we saw some sunshine, however not in the direction we were supposed to go, but happy to make it that far and looking forward to the long downhill that should bring up effortless  to lunch. However how enjoyable a downhill can be, it holds some danger with it … I didn’t enjoy all the fast, rattling downhill as much as Michiel does. On a last steep downhill stretch, just a few kilometers from lunch I decided to become an ‘action hero’ and did a straight somersault dive over my handle bar. Bringing me to the ground, shaken and breathless. Fortunately, besides cuts and bruises, nothing severely  happened. All bones in one piece. At lunch, Sarah, our tour doctor, patched me up again to make me finish the day and preparing for another long one.