It was a pretty straight-forward day riding along the coast today. The weather got better again but as we headed south, the coastal road also got a bit busier with traffic. Kazuko is getting better at sitting on my wheel most of the way up the climbs and then sprinting past me just before the top to grab all the Queen of the Mountain points.
Lunch was sashimi with surprise squid. The sashimi came out with a nice-looking bit of squid until I realised that the squid hadn’t actually been dismembered. All they done was slash it up a bit and then cook it in its own sauce. Removing the spine didn’t trouble me too much and nor did eating its insides. I have no argument with offal.In fact, I like a bit of tripe and have fond memories of having brain sausage for breakfast one morning in Germany (lovely with a bit of sweet mustard). But I generally have to draw the line at eating something’s head. So while I was enjoying my sashimi salmon, scallops and prawns, the squid head was lurking there in the background. Quite literally staring at me. In the end I had no choice and popped it in my mouth. The squid was nice and soft but there was something in there that was softer. best not to think what that might be. The beak was crunchy but not as hard as you might think. More like that brown bit between the peanut and its shell. The eye was quite hard, though. I had to spit that out. Then, after lunch, I had to eat some cake from my bag to take the taste out of my mouth. Actually, the taste was quite nice. There’s just something a little off-putting about eating something’s head, isn’t there?