Spain - Day 17 : It's slow going

Before we left Bram pumped some more air in his tires. I had also been feeling like cycling with deflated tires for a few days, but that was just because I was tired. Because the campsite wasn't on our initially planned route we needed to deviate. The new route was more hilly. The first big city we would pass was Cuenca, 60 kilometers away.

 

After 10 kilometers we passed a factory 'venta de puertas'. Next to it another one 'fabrice y venta des puertas'. And then another, and another, and another 50. We were in very small village that apparently made all doors in Spain. There was a nice smell of sawn wood. 

 

We left the village and cycled through a canyon with steep rock walls. The canyon was about 40 meters deep and a hundred meters wide. There ran a river with many plants next to it. It seemed like we were leaving the arid part of Spain. It was nearly noon and we hadn't been able to buy any food yet. We had nothing left and needed to find something quick because all stores would be closed between 12 and 5. In Tortola we asked yet another two old men if there was a store. There was none. In the distance we saw some old people standing next to a bus. I tought it was some bus for retired people. Previously we had noticed that people took 'supermercado' very literally, so we asked if there was a 'panneria' a baker. Then they said yes and pointed to the bus. We cycled there. It turned out to be a mobile bakery.

 

The people in Spain were all very friendly and helpful, maybe because they have enough free time. Yet again, we were allowed to order first. We ordered two baguettes. For a change we also bought a bag of cakes, which were dry as usual. We ate on a nearby bench. The cakes were still warm and super nice. The bread was also freshly baked. Five minutes later the bus left so we apparently had been lucky.

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From Tortola it took more than an hour of cycling to reach Cuenca. There was a supermarket that was open the entire day. They had 2L packages of yoghurts. This time we didn't finish those in one sitting. Bram had bought alcohol free pina colada. He didn't manage to finish everything so poured it with his other drinks. His water bottle now contained a mixture of water, pina colada, and ice tea. Even Bram thought it tasted bad.

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After Cuenca we rode over boring roads through the mountains. We had already seen a large part of Spain and this landscape looked much like the rest. Since the olive trees the only part that stood out was the canyon from this morning. Now we passed farms and dried out fields. We again had a headwind.

The GPS always showed the shortest route through cities. Sometimes that wasn't the easiest. In La Frontera we needed to carry our bikes down 200 stair treads to reach a bridge. Because this was a touristy area there was a bicycle path next to the road. This would turn out to be the only cycling path we would see the entire vacation. Via the bicycle path we passed the second campsite. By then we had only cycled 100 km, normally we had covered this distance around 3:30. We were going really slow today because we were tired, had a strong headwind, and it was mountainous.

 

After the campsite the GPS showed we needed to take a smaller road. Because the GPS's route would end up on the big road again I just wanted to stay on the large road. Then we came to a sign saying there would be a tunnel where bikes were not allowed. We had no choice but to take the small road anyway. At first it was just a gravel path, then it started going uphill. It got so steep we could barely cycle. The road turned into a kind of river bed which was impossible to cycle on. We needed to walk up. Bram really enjoyed it, but not really.