Pardon the clickbait
I left off with us having an incredibly delicious lunch at the "Bharat" restaurant, checking out the parrots, and heading home to assemble the bike. There were no problems there, because it wasn't really disassembled all that much. I had only taken off one wheel and turned the handlebars sideways. I didn't even unscrew the pedals, they were stuck too tight. The only thing is that my valves aren't perfect, and I only managed to pump up the tires on the third try. It's a good thing my friend had a big pump.
Even though I felt like I was coming down with something, skipping vacation wasn't an option. The next day I got dressed up, dragged my bike out through the narrow stairwell, and rode to the La Albufera nature park. It’s worth mentioning here that Spain, as we know, was under fascism until the '70s, and it developed slowly back then. Now, of course, new buildings have wide stairwells, bike storage, huge terraces, thermal insulation, and double glazing against noise and cold. In my friend's rented pad, the walls are a bit on the thin side, and I, being a noisy guy, probably bothered the neighbors. In all fairness, the kids at the stadium outside the window sometimes start their PE lessons right at eight in the morning, and they aren't shy about cranking up the boombox. More than once I woke up from their commotion, even though I sleep with earplugs.
Anyway, back to the bike ride. I rode out through the Turia (a park in a riverbed), passed the impossible buildings of the City of Arts and Sciences, and got onto the bike path along the sea leading to my destination.
