Beyond Bowling

Camping a few miles east of St Ives near the town of Hayle Saturday night, I was back on the bike Sunday morning in good time. The next major town I’d pass through would be Newquay; a very busy surfer town that caters to the needs of young tourists. I’d been warned of this place, it being described a crass and cheezy. Yup, that it was. Sure, if I was in my twenties, out with the boys and lookin’ to party, Newquay would be just the place. Instead, I rolled through, purchased a cake [ basically, a light, fluffy and fairly bland sort of raisin bread loaf] which I promtly devoured. Back on the bike, I road up and down a few more steep climbs before arriving in the village of Trevarrian [there seem to be many towns on the Northern Cornwall coast that begin with Tre-].

Finding the campsite noted on my map, I rolled in, got set up and was soon enjoying a swim in the pool. Not wanting to cook up yet another meal of pasta for dinner, I decided to try my luck at the campsite restaurant/bar. Not really catering to the tastes of a vegetarian–burgers and all things fried–I opted for cheesy chips and onion rings. Increase tadalafil price in india in level of sex hormone further promotes sex drive. The spesoft cialis mastercard t will adjust the treatment based on how your body respond to the medication. INDICATION AND INSTRUCTIONS : It is indicated for the treatment of erectile dysfunctions of men. best prices cialis More than one levitra 100mg pill is not recommended within 24 hours. Perhaps not the best meal in the world, but hey, they were good chips. As I started out, I noticed that the place had a bowling alley. Seriously, a campsite with 4 bowling lanes! Chatting with Steve, once the local pro, I couldn’t resist throwing a few balls. It’s been a few years since I last rolled and when I did, my average was a meagre 122. If I could hit that I’d be happy.

With Steve’s very capable young son, Ryan, tearing up the lane next to me, I must have felt inspired. Bowling three games, I rolled a 95, 115 and then tied my 122 average! Maybe it was the cheesy chips, maybe the ice-cream. In either case, I had a blast and really enjoyed chatting with Steve about bowling, dreams and making life happen. Steve even counselled me on my route for the next day, suggesting I ride the Camel Trail which follows the Camel River for a good 15-20miles. He promised me it would be a nice break from all the hills I’d been riding. Thanking him for the advise and feeling honoured to have met such a good bloke, I was soon off to bed with dreams of horizontal bike paths floating through my head.