One for the road?
he party in the neighbouring camp went on all night. There was a brief hiatus around dawn as we fixed breakfast and checked our bikes over for our mountain-bike race later in the day. Eventually the neighbouring youngsters spilled out of their tents just in time to fill bottles, grab bikes and head to the start line. The most pallid youth paused momentarily to vomit all over his tent before wobbling off. An hour or so later they were back in high spirits – the vomiting kid had won
