Sunday a rest day. I know. How could I possibly need a rest. This travelling is harder work then it seems 😉
Wandered over to Tourist Information and got a sales pitch on Jerez.
Really nice and helpful sales pitch. So headed out to check on the various locations.
The walking took me to late afternoon and I needed food. Found a chinese restaurant and had a meal. Was OK, especially as I was hungry for rice.
Paella is hard to find!
Back to the hotel.
Ended up trying to wrap up my 2016 financials.
Called it quits around midnight. Then went for a stroll. Still a couple of bars open. When do the Spanish sleep?
Up on Monday deciding to stay a couple more days.
First order of business was to mail stuff home, so it does not fill the bike. Regular mail was surprisingly affordable.
Then off to vist Lustau bodega.
Had over an hour before the tour started, so found lunch in the form of Guiness,
then some queso and cafe solo.
Received a private tour. Trust me, not a lot of tourists around.
Decided I only like the sweet sherries. And most definitely NOT the brandy.
Bought a bottle of PX and am now trying to figure out what to do with it. Morocco is a muslim country. Oooops.
Walked over for tapas at a place recommended by Gladys (landlady). Found it the third time around:)
Croquettes, grilled beef, and queso, hit the spot. The tapas at the bodega had been a tad short, considering there were 9 glasses 🙂
Headed over to Harvey’s, but was waylaid by a vegetable tapas
Then a chat with a gentleman from TripAdvisor, who had given up his job to spend 3mths in Spain.
Another private tour.
Only 4 glasses. And while the Harvey’s Bristol Cream is good, PX just does it for me.
Had been told of a good beer place, which turned out to be the plaza where Barry and I spent much of our evenings in 2012. However, whilst I found the plaza, could not find the bar!
So walked over to a book store and purchased a map of Maroc (Morocco).
Picked up some pastries near to go with a cuppa,
Had picked up some mandarin oranges in my walkabout, a bottle, and a few other bits and pieces, so was glad to leave my rucksac in the hotel.
Then went to visit a travel agent for info on Morocco.
Next stop, a cocktail bar, Cubaname.
Recommended by Tourist Info, as Eloy Garcia Vergara the owner happened to be in the office at the same time as me, and we were introduced.
Had a splendid Tikki……
The photo does not do the drink justice. The walnut “boat” was alight. And the cinnamon sent sparks up into the air.
Excellent chat with ex-moto GP rider, who was born in Nottingham!
Then an Apache cocktail. Tasted like chocolate 🙂 Only 2 other places, London and Tokyo, serve this drink!
You can see Eloy making a non-alcoholic banana cocktail here.
Walked home without getting lost, which is a testament to my gaining knowledge of the many narrow streets and alleys.
Really must get back on the bike so I do not drink nor eat so much! Ten hours of walking, eating and drinking. It’s so easy. And so good! As the title proclaims, Jerez is a trap. hahahaha
Tuesday morning up for a breakfast of tea and the remaining pastries:)
TLC for the bike then off to the races! Two other bikers in the hotel for the same reason.
Jerez has a GP circuit, and last night, over cocktails, I was told the bikes will be here for testing. So this is how I came to write this piece.
Sat in the sun. 14 degC. Blue skies. And the sounds of bikes 🙂 🙂 🙂
For those who worry, I will NOT try any of their moves on the roads. Why? Caught the museo on the way out. Nice little place. A plaque to one of the bikers explained that he died not on the track, but by being hit by a truck. It is tough out there on the road.
Some 40mins away from the Jerez circuit, on the coast is Sanlucar de Barrameda. Recommended by the tourist office and the cocktail bar 😉
Found my way to the central plaza and others. Place looks tired, but nice.
Then down to the beach to find a fish restaurant.
Dodged the “parking attendants”. Parked.
A leisurely stroll. along the beachfront. Quite a few places close at this time of the year. And condo’s are going up, even here.
and OK food.
The ride back showed my wisdom in cutting the trip short. Even 50km was a long way today.
Jerez is a tiring trap 🙂