Get on yer bike ya pansy

What a grand sleep I had last night, after a few glasses of vino of course. Put the bike together in the morning in the presence of last night’s host who was excited as I was. I got out the Swiss army knife and proceeded to cut all the cable ties that held the bike together in its box. Then as I was talking to yon host about bike stuff I jabbed my thumb with the knife and blood was a spurting. Must have hit a vain type thing. Anyhow a fool I felt.
Was a bit of a chicken, as the bike never left the back garden today, well not yet. Roads here are going to take some getting used to. But I had a good afternoon walking though the Parque Forestal to the Palacio de Bellas Artes then to the Museo de Artes Contemporaneo. That pretty much filled the day.