
If there's one thing that trips me up time and again, it's the 'allyoucaneatbuffet'. Being British, I'm never sure if they're lying about being allowed to keep going back and so I invariably return to my table with a plate at breaking point. Finishing everything on my plate is a bit of a bug bear of mine…but with breakfast including pizza, eggs benedict, corned beef hash, a burger, (part of our scientifically controlled diet for the cycle trip) all mixed into one glorious fat-fest, I faced my usual struggle. By way of escape, the waitress informed us when we took our seats, "if there's anything you don't like you can leave it if you want - I'll take it away and you can get something else". We're a long way from India.

We're staying at ye-olde-England-castle-styled Excalibur casino hotel because Jeff (neko's pal) thought we might feel more at home here. Quite right too. Now back to some serious carb-loading before we hit the tandem.
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