After an inauspicious start - 5 hours late, with a hangover - things picked up pretty quickly today. I've been making good ground, averaging about 18 km/h when I'm riding.
I'm writing this from a kebab bar in El Casar. Lunch of champions.
Earlier today I asked an old lady at a bus stop for directions to a village called La Cueva, The Cave. She gave me directions; I thanked her and turned to go.
"There's no cave," She shouted after me, "I don't know why they call it that, there's no cave." By this time I was a good 100yards away and she was bellowing down the deserted street. Still trying to be polite, I found it hard to shout "Huh!" back with the right mixture of interest and just a little surprise.
I later imagined a b-movie whose plot would turn on the absence of a cave at La Cueva. When I passed the village without incident, I imagined an Almodovar film in which there WAS a cave at La Cueva and it hid some terrible secret that this innocent but talkative old lady was trying to keep from prying cyclists.
I'd better get going. Still another 60km to go before Cogolludo and bed.
Bearded Cyclopath
Sunday, August 16, 2009
5% there
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Go Dan! I´m certain the first Kms are harder, it will probably get easier after a few days. I bet that the human body adapts quickly to new conditions. Letting the beard grow all the way there? Marc
ReplyDeleteYou are SO brave!
ReplyDeleteDan, you had a kebab in MY pueblo! I expect to see a signed foto of you on the wall when I go there next.
ReplyDeleteÁnimo!