Day 2. 67km.

67km may not sound like much.

I´m going to try and attach the graph showing the topography of todays route. It very nearly killed me.

I was tod this morning that you wouldn´t want to attempt what we´´ve just done without some serious training for weeks. But we had to get over the mountains at some point and there´s a general feeling that the hills will ease off after this as we head into the baking plain of Northern central Spain.

The road we´re using is a kind of heaven for cyclists- it used to be the main drag from North to Central Spain, but they´ve built this massive motorway pretty much alongside, so it´s a great big and smooth road but with almost no traffic.

The motorcyclists dream as wel, it seems, as we are passed by fleets of them at great speed often.

This place is stunning, I´ve got to say beyond words as I´m too tired to dredge up worthy words to describe it. I took some pictures... If I can advance technologically enough you will see. Will that do?

Sorry loves I´m pooped
drained
spent
drained
finished
exhausted
tired
sleepy
kaput
zonked