Day two was suppose to be an easy day, is was not. After a quick breakfast of toast and coffee we were on our way to face a day of opening cow field fences, crossing small streams, running from giant bulls, riding though mud and getting our feet wet. Everyday seemed to be the same for me. I felt fine on the bike until I hit about the 30 mile mark and at that point my legs started to feel the burn that is exercise.
After about an hour of riding we passed the majority of the other pilgrims (the walkers) that left the
hostel 3 to 4 hours before we did. One advantage of riding a bike is the amount of ground that you can cover in one day. We finally arrived to Hervas (our destination town) around 6 at night or so.
Doh!!! After thinking that this giant beast was going to take a charge at my red riding suit it decided to turn the other way. Thank god!!
<----Thank you Victor for being so outgoing. Thanks to him we made all sort of new friends in Hervas. There is always time for a beer after a long day of bike riding.
Did we take a wrong turn?? No, just part of the biking experience.
A perfect place to have a mid-afternoon snack. Victor takes a minute to rehydrate and check out one the most famous of Roman Ruins on the Ruta de Plata. Notice the snow on the mountains and the blue blue sky.
Victor and myself get our feet wet crosing one of the many streams we encountered.
The countryside in Extremadura, Spain.
Best sandwich ever!!! Hunger really is the best salsa to add to any food. I am happy to be sitting and enjoying a much needed rest.
Grimaldo, the first town we slept in. So small that if you blinked while driving through it, you would miss it.
An action shot.
1 comment:
This seems to be one of the coolest things you've ever done. I mean that as a compliment. Of course I can't really say that, your trip to Turkey seemed pretty cool too...and I don't exactly know your whole life story, do I? Anyway, AWESOME.
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