Me again! Would you like to see more pictures of cyclists in the blazing Navarrese sun? You left Urlaub and me deep in the celebrations around the Movistar bus after their TTT win. The next morning we strolled back into town for breakfast in good time to see as many of the riders as we could before the start of stage 2. Breakfast consisted of that distressing phenomenon, Iberian tea. Frothy hot milk is not acceptable! This minor gripe aside however, we had another splendid day. In this post, you will be pleased to know, there will be a higher degree of orange than in the previous offering.
One of the first people we saw? Bjarne Riis, looking like...well...Bjarne Riis.
Ruben Perez! HUG!
Juanjo Oroz, the Tall Euskie
Did somebody say.....?
Can you ever have too much Benna? I think not! For the record, I did have my arm around him moments later!
Markel Irizar proved extremely popular with the crowds of Basque fans and seemed very at ease with it all
Toribio checks that a photo is sufficiently flattering
Sicard with war wounds
I know I'm only little but I still can't get past you!
Winner Anacona. Best name in pro cycling?
Allan Davis is relatively local; he lives in San Sebastian
The Meyer Interview
Julian Dean went to the cafe
Hey, what are YOU looking at?
Fainting couch. NOW!
This made my day. No actually, my WEEK. AUPAAAA INTXAUSTI!!!
Another one? Indulge me.
Funny how a piece of clothing attracts crowds like a magnet! Castroviejo grinned from ear to ear.
Valverde coming through!
And they're off! Good luck boys!
With the riders on their way, Urlaub and I hot footed it to the bus station and from thence to Bilbao. In part three, we become a part of the simply incredible atmosphere on Arrate (yes, I wore orange), where the support was as fervent as the views were breathtaking.