Life in Culebrón

Sunday 12 November 2017 - Now, where was I?

This is another self indulgent post much more about me than about life in Spain. Read on at your own risk.
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Whilst I was in hospital I downloaded a book from Kindle and started to read it. Every time I open the book now I can't remember any of the story so far. It's probably just a boring book and nothing to do with me. I listened to a podcast from the radio about Ginés Morata and his genetic work on fruit flies. I didn't understand much of it but then again my Spanish has never been much good. Trouble is that I keep forgetting phrases and words when I'm speaking English too. It may all be very temporary or I may just be a bit more stupid now than I was before my brain did something odd last weekend.

Anyway, in letting me leave hospital, the doctor told me I shouldn't drive for six months. Not such a big problem. Everywhere in Pinoso is basically within 5 or 6 kilometres of Culebrón. Even if I were to amble there, it's only an hour's walk. Anyway I have a bike and though the saddle seems to have been designed by some mediaeval torturer. Although my lungs, castigated by forty years of cigar smoking, seem to be functioning less adequately than I may have hoped. Although my leg muscles, basically unused since I rebelled against running cross countries nearly fifty years ago, have a tendency to the consistency of jelly, I optimistically hope that everything will improve after a few more journeys. Actually the bike rebelled and parts of it fell off leaving it useless but a pal has, very kindly, agreed to lend me a hand crafted bike till my madness has passed or at least for the six months of my driving "ban".

I approve of bikes. Clean, fast, simple, effective forms of transport. Not good at load carrying though. Someone suggested a trailer which is worth investigating but I can also foresee problems mixing a bike and trailer with 100 km/h traffic. The bike will carry me to Pinoso in quick sticks. Lots of people have offered to give me lifts and I can almost certainly impose on them to transport my text books, butane cylinders and grocery shopping. With just a tad of organisation it should all be reasonably doable. I do have a couple of lessons that finish after dark though. I'm not so sure about using a bike at night despite those remarkably effective rear flashing LED lamps for bikes. I've driven for a long time and I know the difference between what pedestrians and cyclists can see in the open air and how much less car drivers can see from behind the windscreens of their cars. I can probably beg a lift again but does that mean I'll have to abandon the bike in town? If there were a taxi I suppose I could spend the earnings of an hour of work on the ride home but I understand that Pinoso is currently taxiless.

On Monday I often go to a language exchange session which starts an hour after my last class and goes on till around 10pm. To fill the unfilled hour I usually take my laptop to the local library and write up my lesson records and do the plans for the next classes. I won't be able to carry the laptop on the bike. Anyway, do I want to be riding home at 10pm? I suppose I'll just have give up the language exchange. Maybe I'll have to give up going to the cinema for six months too? And I'll probably have to stop taking photos because I can't carry the camera around so easily but that won't matter so much because I won't be going to any events to speak of anyway!

This is all temporary and it's all sortable. In no time at all I will work out ways to get most of it done with a combination of self help, money and assistance from chums. It has made me realise even more though that the advantages of the rural location of Culebrón, with peace for us and the cats, has its downside too.

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