My night on the concrete floor was quite interesting. I kept waking up to allow the blood to flow in various parts of my anatomy.
A gentle ride was planned as we were supposed to go to mass at 12noon. However, fate intervened, or in Des' opinion we did. He was having a minor problem with his chain coming off. When the rest of us told him how to fix it the result was completely non-functioning gears. After much huffing and puffing we got it corrected but were well over an hour late.
Another huge lunch at Luarca and a beautiful church on the cliff. Even the beach was almost deserted. Cannot believe why the English go to Southern Spain.
One of the pictures shows the motorway bridge high above the road. Our hearts sink everytime we see one of the bridges in the distance. The cars get to drive straight across the valley in elevated splendour while we peasants on two wheels face a steep downhill and a steep climb at the other end.
Eventually we did 80 very hilly km today and at least we all have real bunk beds to share. Just shared a bottle of the Asturian sidre which the waiters pour in a bizarre fashion. Must go, a real bed is calling me!
A gentle ride was planned as we were supposed to go to mass at 12noon. However, fate intervened, or in Des' opinion we did. He was having a minor problem with his chain coming off. When the rest of us told him how to fix it the result was completely non-functioning gears. After much huffing and puffing we got it corrected but were well over an hour late.
Another huge lunch at Luarca and a beautiful church on the cliff. Even the beach was almost deserted. Cannot believe why the English go to Southern Spain.
One of the pictures shows the motorway bridge high above the road. Our hearts sink everytime we see one of the bridges in the distance. The cars get to drive straight across the valley in elevated splendour while we peasants on two wheels face a steep downhill and a steep climb at the other end.
Eventually we did 80 very hilly km today and at least we all have real bunk beds to share. Just shared a bottle of the Asturian sidre which the waiters pour in a bizarre fashion. Must go, a real bed is calling me!
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Love reading the blog and seeing all the exotic pictures (of Spain I meant!) Wish we could enlarge them. Glad to hear you guys are still alive and on track for your target 1500 km. Take care.
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