My first glimpse of land after a long flight over the Atlantic is stunning - a crescent shaped island with white sand beaches. The sea is really blue and the sand creates swirling patterns of lighter and darker shades of blue in the water. The clouds are delicate white puff balls - not like the solid grey mass we left behind in Manchester!
Walking off the plane though a glass tunnel felt as though I was being hit with heaters from all sides - first hint that this was going to be a very different experience to cycling in the north of England.
Gillian was at the airport to meet me and we hung around to wait for the rest of the group who were arriving on a flight from London. It took ages to get the whole group through customs and it was dark by the time we were all on the coaches and on our way. We had just over an hours drive to our first hotel, so everyone was tired and hungry by the time we got there. We were delighted to be met by a huge hot buffet dinner and tucked in straight away. After all, we had to fuel up for a good few miles of cycling the next day!
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