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... been riding for six days!
So we arrived in the little town of Saint Jean Piere de Port, the classic start for many people of the pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela. The last long day was over. We were a little worried about Dave and how he would have been feeling on the last climb but he rolled in about twenty minutes after us. There was a feeling of optimism in the sunshine at the finish area. We had cracked it. We were tired but not broken. Just one day to go.
... on the motorway. Probably a desperate, and ultimately successful, attempt at euthanasia before the last of their habitat was paved over or eaten
out by sheep. And like Europe there is so little public space. There is virtually nowhere to go
to get away and reflect, fish, camp, enjoy the natural environment, etc. Some *******’s own everything, and the hapless general public has no access to any of it, unless you can afford to pay for it that is!
... the flag so I ask her. Brazil. She moves ahead but I keep her in sight.
There are signs every kilometre that tell you the average grade for the next kilometre. 8%, 9.5%….. Then the sign saying 5km to the summit. Keep it up. Breathing hard. Heart rate too high. Getting hot. Remember to drink. Getting tired. Now the one kilometre to the summit marker. Harder! Keep that power up, increase it. The last hairpin. Come on, harder. The timing mat in site, the ...
... would love it ) . It turned out the staff were on the avo break and it appeared we got a serving of their meal. Tuesday night . A strange " faulty towers " experience in a small hotel in villanua run by a slightly older couple . We had two meals there - even if we had planned otherwise there was no going elsewhere and we ate what we were presented with even if we weren't hungry . Fortunately it was a pretty good menu , but ...
... side of the valley until we reach the Cola de Caballo where they form an amphitheatre and a collection point for the melting snow that forms the many waterfalls spewing over the high cliffs.
We had lunch watching a herd of cows move from one side of the river to the other. A couple of calves had been left behind and when their mothers realised, the frantic mooing hurried the calves along. They were funny to watch as they came across the river, high stepping with ...