Dit zijn de afstanden die er per dag gefietst zijn. Dag 4 was de rustdag.Dag 5 en 6 waren de dagen dat we rond hebben gereden in de Veluwe zonder bagage.
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Spain - Day 3 : Learning Spanish
It wasn't warm yet when we woke up. My tent was wet from the condensation on the inside and Bram's sleeping bag had gotten a bit wet from the rain. After putting some extra clothing on we started our journey into Spain. We continued on the road to Lumbier. After a while, we got hungry and rode into some village. We couldn't find a supermarket, so I wanted to ask a lady for directions. The only problem was that we didn't know the Spanish word for supermarket and she didn't speak English. She gestured that we needed to wait for a little. After a while, someone arrived who did speak English. She was able to tell us there was no supermarket. At least now we knew that those are called 'supermercado' in Spanish. We found one a little further. Spanish turned out pretty simple to learn, and when you are hungry it's easy to remember the word for supermarket.
The col Aibar, a small climbwe happened to pass.
It was still cloudy
My bike
During the afternoon we cycled over a kilometer-long gravel road. I had planned the route using a website that also considered unpaved roads. A while later, we had to take a pretty bad dirt road. It was full of holes and loose rocks, I don't think many cars used it. As far as we could see there was nothing on either side of the road—only barren rocks and sand. After nearly 10 kilometers the road got even worse. We came to a very steep climb that led us to a sign saying 'private' and reached the heart of the dried-up wasteland. From there on the road went up and down over gravel roads and passed a few distant farms with barking dogs. One descent was so steep that even while squeezing our brakes we still went too fast. We just slid downhill over the loose rocks. Another section along a cornfield followed; according to the GPS we were on a road but it didn't look like it. After two hours of nothingness, we arrived back on an asphalt road.
Cintruenigo was our first village of the day. We bought food for dinner and breakfast and ate in a nearby park. Behind us the local youth was yelling all sorts of languages at us. We pretended we didn't hear them. I smelled a cloud of marijuana drift by. A while later one of the guys came up to us. He asked if we had cigarettes and I noticed he was smoking a joint. He started talking a bit and turned out not too bad. He did try to sell us all sorts of drugs, but we explained that we still needed to cycle.
It hadn't been warm the entire day but also not too cold. That was nice, as it allowed us first to get used to cycling and then to the heat. Near the end of the day we climbed up through a river valley. At night it did get warm.
Cloudy but warm
We knew there wouldn't be a campsite to stay on that evening or the next. We searched for a nice place to camp in the valley, which was difficult. Only after 5 kilometers did we find a nice spot hidden underneath a tree. We pitched our tents and ate some more.
The campsite
We climbed a nearby hill to take some photos. The entire slope was covered in wild oregano.
We had cycled up from this direction
Our camp is visible near the bottom left
The route of day 3.
At night it was warm enough to sleep well.
Distance cycled : 173.37 km.