Right now we're in a bar in Villanova about 25 miles from Barcelona. This is tourist country and the contrast with the "real" Spain is stark - and I know which one I prefer (a fat man has just walked past with a giant inflatable shark and a plate of chips).

Another 65 miles cycling today. Starting in Les Borges Blanques we picked up the Rio Francoli and then climbed over the Col de L'Illa before sweeping down around some magnificent hairpins at 40mph to Valls.

Martin's climbing has improved over previous years - which is no mean feat considering that the biggest hill he has to practice on is the slip road to the A1!

To make things more difficult we didn't get much sleep last night. We got hooked up with two of the town idiots in the first bar we walked into.

One of them called himself Henry the Hippie and the other looked like the Sheriff of Nottingham.

They took it upon themselves to guide is around the town. The Spanish cup final kicked off at 10pm and though nobody paid it much attention the Sheriff of Nottingham was telling everyone that Sevilla would beat Getafe 3-2.

He was still saying that even when Sevilla were winning 1-0 with a minute to go! Then we played darts but the darts wouldn't stuck in the dart board - it was that sort of night and it didn't finish till 3am.