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… 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… 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
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… Continue reading Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull
Fanfare…drum roll … ta-da !! Al’s Spain 2018 Vuelta is announced. Without a ride last year due to circumstances and stuff (!) I have been itching to get one planned for 2018 before the year gets booked up by other stuff (!) . And it had to be different in some way. Having already headed… Continue reading Spain 2018 …here I come…
It's not possible to like all types of music. Personally, rap is misspelt and I'm not particularly a fan of folk music - fingers in ears and black dogs and stuff. But, to blanket ban some of these forms in ones listening is to narrow down your options of coming across a derivative that may… Continue reading The absorbing amalgam of Ana A
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
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….