Sometimes, biking ain't pretty

The Men's Club turned out to be uninhabitable in 95 degree heat. We're back in an air conditioned house. But Raimonds and Tina are sharing 3 couch cushions and I'm sleeping on a foam pool flotation pad on the kitchen floor. Sadly, it's more comfortable than some European hotel beds I've slept in.

Still can't diminish my enthusiasm for what has been a stellar day. Truly memorable.