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Today was a good day.

I repaired my puncture before setting off. It punctured again, on a hill, after just 20km. Not to worry, I was a picture of serenity. Then on the day's biggest climb my chain slipped off. Not a problem, I fixed it. Then, suddenly, a blissful downhill that unleashed all the height I'd climbed, and at 60km/h (sorry mum), I was facing the Pyrenees and the Southern sun.

Leaving a delicious lunch, I bumped into a bloke who it turns out was a journalist. He's now running a feature on me. Getting into Tarbes, today's destination, I found the Youth Hostel without a problem. Ive got a room to myself. And they let me bring my bike into it. And it overlooks the Pyrenees.

I told you it was a good day. I am happier than Larry.