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… 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… 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… Continue reading Day 1 Alicante to Alcoi …pain is temporary
I recently stumbled upon a motorway coffee stop in the UK where a small coffee was small - not a mug; a medium coffe was a decent cup - not a large plant pot; and a large coffee was a mug - not a paint tin. I remember remarking my surprise that their descriptions actually… Continue reading Days 13/14 The route to the boat…reflections and more stunning scenery
My last minute change of plan gave me two full days in Burgos, one of the main stopovers planned for this trip, so I was looking forward to my time and having a poke around. I'd found an Airbnb place just behind the cathedral so was smack where the action is. Not only is Burgos… Continue reading Days 11/12 Burgos rest days…
The main route from Aranda to Burgos is straight as an arrow, and I suspect,the route most people will take. However, if you are on a bike, you almost certainly have to choose the scenic route throught the villages but, shush, don't tell anyone, it's better anyway. I had a feeling that my Garmin had… Continue reading Day 10 Aranda to Burgos …..lost in translation….
Only the sleepiest cyclist can take the wrong direction out of the smallest town. And then, due to some motorway access restrictions add to his woes by having to pursue an 8 miles detour. Oh well, it was a short ride for the day and I was heading for a rest day in Aranda. I… Continue reading Day 9 El Burgo de Osma to Aranda…. The finer points of cycling Spain, well some anyway….
As I mentioned before, I was prompted to "drop in" on Atienza by the Rough Guide ( actually it might have been Lonely Planet, anyway....) and so I pack up my armour and head for the hills. Given that yesterday had been a mightily blowey day indeed, today is calmness itself. Not a breath of… Continue reading Day 8 Siguenza to El Burgo de Osma….crossing the county line
*The sun rises and the church bell tolls its timely reminder, as it has done since 6am. Budia stretches and yawns. Somewhere, in a matchbox bedroom in a house grand with time, in a street paved with history, Spanish Harry Secombe is awakened and strokes the familiar softness of his wife's shoulders as she lay,… Continue reading Day 7 Budia to Siguenza….cold and windy
This has to be the noisiest village I have ever experienced. I arrive into the Plaza de Espańa at 4.00pm to find this sleepy mountain village blasting out The Rolling Stones from the local bar and two guys sat outside drinking and shouting at each other in an amiable "I can shout louder than you"… Continue reading Day 6 Cuenca to Budia…..top, top ride…