The things you see when you’re whizzing down from a mountain ride. Flying through Mogán I saw these judo wrestlers on a rooftop beside the road. Screeching to a halt I leant over the wall for my picture.
Earlier I had cycled up to a spectacular viewpoint ( see extra). I had planned to ride on to the next village for a coffee. But it was way down below and there’s no way I was dropping down only to have to ride all the way back up.
I’ve taken the bike back now and so it’s back to the pool tomorrow.