Valencia is one of those cities I could have spent more time in. I was getting the feel for the place and was enjoying wandering around. Today, however, I leave this area and the tourist spots behind and head into the hills. Wandering on the wild side…well, as wild as it gets, this is the first world, after all. I have a long day ahead … Continue reading Day 5 Valencia to El Toro
I am a tourist with about 12 hours to see Valencia. Not extensive I’ll admit but you can still get a feel for the place by walking around and listening and watching locals interact. And, of course, how you are treated. Imagine a video montage – rush hour city, wide streets, traffic held at lights,office workers heading out, young folk on fones, sunshine. There’s a … Continue reading Day 4 Valencia rest day
I am domiciled in an old Spanish house, off a cobbled street slick with rain. My host is an affable chap whose broken English is better than my broken Spanish and he welcomes me with a knowing pity. I have a huge bedroom containing 4 beds. Somehow I booked a family room. This makes it feel a little like a hostel but the house is … Continue reading Day 3 Xàtiva to Valencia.
Well, that didn’t quite go to plan.I had given myself another 30 mile ride from Alcoi to Xàtiva thus easing myself in gently. Thunder storms were forecast and I thought that with an early start I could be in Xàtiva for lunchtime and with any luck the storms would be way behind me. I was out of the traps by nine. Perfect. My route took … Continue reading Day 2 Alcoi to Xàtiva
Caveat emptor. The next few weeks will see me post from my iPad with all that that entails. If it’s a bit wonky – that may be why. As global warming once again plays merry with UK weather patterns I find myself relaxing in a shady spot, a cerveza in hand, kicking back in Alicante in readiness to begin my third solo venture across this … Continue reading Day 1 Alicante to Alcoi …pain is temporary
Sometimes you get to be so busy that the passage of time goes unnoticed. Then, when you get to sit quietly, somewhere unusual perhaps (I still like to sit on the floor in a corner once in a while), you reflect on the water passed under the bridge. In an attempt to reduce the list of projects begun and still in progress I set out … Continue reading Completely finishing…
Villafruela is a small village approached from the south to a crossroads. No signs. No signals. No sign of life. High up on moorland, not a bar on my phone to be had. An old lady heading towards me taking her morning constitutional, quietly minding her own business to the song of the birds, was about to encounter the ‘lost British tourist’. Choosing to avoid … Continue reading Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull