Wondering how I was going to explain someone pinching one of the bike locks we'd rented, we explored the limits of the city, quickly realising the roads either went nowhere or were too busy to ride on, unless you've got a death wish. I also found out that cheap plastic ponchos actually get you wetter on the inside when it rains.
With all that exersion, it was time for a massage and I even put my doubts to one side and joined Caroline (well, it was cheap, and you do have to try new things...). The experience was quite relaxing, with only the occasional bit of pain and only slightly tickly when my feet were done. A few hours later my neck and calf muscles did start to hurt, which I can only put down to the massage!