10 Sept

I turn off the road into a village, never sure if it'll be delapidated, crumbling and abandoned, or a truckers stop, a bustling market town. I might get pointed at and my photo taken, asked a hundred incomprihendible questions. There may be a water fountain, there may not. There may be a beauiful looking one with crystal clear water pouring forth, which I will be warned not to drink from.
There might even be disney-style music loudspeakered crackly from the windows of the church.

Cubo de Bureba turns out to be a nice one, a bit quiet but there's music coming from somewheere. A sycamore-lined square with benches and a fountain.

Not sure how today's going to pan out (not that I ever am...). I'm sticking to a bigger road which is a bit horrible, but one of ,y gear cable's neqrly snapped and I want to be able to hitch to the city if it goes before I get there. Slightly annoying as I was hoping to avoid the cities for the next couple of days. They eat half a day each, at least. 10th, evening. My speedo stopped working for q while today, I don't know how long but I still clocked up 81km.

I found the mountains that have been looming up on me for the last couple of days; they haven't been too bad though I'm at the foot of a wall of them, looking quite intimidating for tomorrow morning.

The stern, determined wind was my mountain today, changing down a gear and pedalling hard even on the downhills.

Got to keep going though, I need to get back and see some familiar faces!

Miranda didn't satisfy my bike repair needs, but hopefully my Graham will hold out over the bank of mountains to Vitoria, which looks quite big and surely must have a bike shop.

While I'm there I might also get myself a smaller front gear to make the hills a bit easier; at the moment even my granny gear takes quite a push.