On my first day in Monachil, I rode down nearly 2000 vertical meters. I only climbed some 800 of those, but I still got a very sore butt. On my second day in Monachil, I rode down over 2200 vertical meters and of those, I actually got up 1600 by my own power. That day goes down as one of the absolutely best riding days of my life, and one of the most tiring ones. I would like to think that I have both thighs and butt cheeks of steel, but unfortunately they have more resemblance with a jar of jelly. So the day after, I treated myself (and my lower parts) with some rest. I spent most of the day eating, and looking at cats.
Since I had way too many photos in my way too short but still too long post on my week of riding in Monachil, only two cats made the cut. Of course, I couldn’t resist the temptation to give the rest of them a post of there own. So here you go, I present to you a miniscule part of the cat population of Monachil.