What a day - absolutely stunning and truly trying, too.
We took the diddy road from Bragança to Puebla de Sanabria, through some of the most picturesque villages I think I´ve ever seen, complete with friendly and helpful locals and fresh, cold water springs and dogs and cows. The hills have been killers, but with descents so incredibly breathtaking I think everyone should have a go.
It would help if my chest wasn´t rattling sounding like an angry bear with every breath, and I wan´t coughing up things resembling alien molluscs on every hill.
Funny to arrive in this well-presented city, hair matted and sweaty streaks through the dirt coating our faces. My knickers stretched over my handlebars to dry after their wash in the river earlier, our lives piled high and bungeed tight to the back of our bikes.
Now as Saturday night noisily awakens around and above us we´re cooking another amazing meal on the little camp stove under the bridge. It´s great, we´ve got trees, grass to sleep on, light, a table-of-sorts to cook and eat off, and a river!
Despite all this I´m a little melancholy, I don´t know if it´s the knowledge I´ll be alone for the next however long, or the exhaustion of today´s excercise combined with remnants of tummy bug and chest bother, or just the moon and the distance and the river and the time...
I better go to bed before I waffle too much, muy chin´s on hte table and I haven´t even unrolled my rolmat yet.
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