Since I had to limit my plans for this year, due to work, I really didn't have reason to plan a training camp. But, a biking vacation is always a good idea: so I packed up the team bike and, according to old tradition, flew to the island of bowlers and bikers.

Once there, I had to recuperate after the flight.

On the second day, I was recovered enough to take a little ride, even though my posture wasn't the best.

So I was off to the café to relax.

And then… HE arrived on the island and the days grew uncomfortable!
Oh God, my a** has gotten big.

In order to digest this attack of training, I had to go to the café.
The motto was: when you feel fat, surround yourself with fat people ;-) (Sorry Peter)

Thanks to the unplanned training incident, we rode over 528m/850km with about 20 beers and countless café largos.

Lastly, I would like to thank Peter, who, without snarling, took part in the training and gave his thanks by lustily snoring through all 7 nights.

Gregor