Grumpy Old Men On Bikes

Jeez, that was horrid.  Another day that won't get a chapter in my '100 favourite rides' book.  It may not have been my worst ever day on a bike but it was top (bottom?)  5. It was a day to separate the men from the boys and I mostly rode in a cap, shorts and Start-rite sandals.  Even Neil had a satchel with his crayons in. We had headwinds that varied between horrid and utterly hideous, rain that varied between heavy and biblical and some long boring roads and harsh surfaces.  At mile 40 (of 56) we encountered a road closure and determined that, rather than chancing it, we could take another route for similar mileage and possibly flatter terrain (the last 15 were chuffing lumpy on our intended route).  For 6 miles we made good progress and we're very pleased with ourselves....until we hit another road closure.  This one looked pretty serious and passing motorists confirmed we would not be able to get through.  The suggested detour would...

Last night we ate at the convent...it was expensive but alternatives in the small town were limited and involved more walking than we were up for (i.e. some).  There were only 6 people in the room and all were Brits as it turned out.   We awoke to heavy rain blowing horizontally past the window which wasn't very promising.  To be fair that is exactly what the forecast had said it would be doing so we were disappointed more than surprised.  We had 72 miles and 4300 feet to do and were looking at a long, hard day so got on the road at 8:30.  It was horrible.  The gale of a headwind was blowing rain into our faces so hard that we couldn't look forward so we adopted instrument navigation...just following the line on the Satnav and hoping that nobody had stopped suddenly in from of us.  Eventually the rain eased and the twisting route gave protection from the wind for much of the time but the hills were still there and it was still 72 miles....

Running Up That Hill There are many ways of measuring how tough a ride is, one way is to consider the average number of feet of climb per mile.  By that measure today was our hardest...at nearly 100.  Some cheeky headwinds didn't add to the fun and it WAS a hard day.  The grand finale was a 5 mile climb to the hotel with a dusting of 17% on the hairpins.  We were quite glad when it was over! Wild Thing On my final climb I had a welcome pause while a wild boar crossed the road in front of me. It's Good to be a Nun* Our home for the night is a convent...not technically a Parador but very much the same deal.   They have told us to put our bikes in our room....a surprise since I assumed they would have a place for all the Vespas I have heard about in the Catholic Church. *From Sister Act The Musical...apparently Felice Navidad Something I have been meaning to mention.  It's a well known fact that the S...

Today we cycled up a hill and are staying in a castle...what other song could I use? (This is a rhetorical question, please don't bombard me with suggestions). Having been promised an early dinner last night the food turned up at 9pm.  I have been quite restrained on this topic lately but it really is a major obstacle for hungry touring cyclists.  As always the food was pretty good but the house red wine was spectacularly awful.  When we got the bill we discovered it was 1 euro 20 a glass which explains a lot! Looking at the numbers today should have been easy but it wasn't.  It was, essentially, one long hill, climbing gradually towards Zafra and our castle.  Bizarrely, the bit we enjoyed the most was the final few miles when it stopped pissing about and became a proper hill. We are staying in a Parador, one of a network of historic buildings (castles, monasteries, convents, palaces etc) that are now run as hotels, with the income used to prese...

Those of you who know me best are probably worrying that I'm going soft. My blog has been pretty rant free so far, but today that all stops. At many of our hotels there have been tour bus parties, and these are always a pain in the arse,  insisting on doing everything en masse: check-in, get the elevator, eat breakfast, check out.  When their desire to do these things clashes with mine it REALLY pisses me off.  To make matters worse, these groups are not made up from a normal cross-section of the public.  They comprise almost entirely elderly Spaniards and mostly, let's cut to the chase, women.  If you have met any elderly Spanish women you may have some insight into my pain.  They talk.  A lot.  Incessantly. Their need to constantly witter AND be heard creates a sort of arms race where each old biddy raises their voice to be heard over the cacophony.  It can make your ears bleed.  This morning we hit a perfect storm w...

We are in Caceres, a town we know quite well as it marks the intersection between last year's west to east ride and this one.  We stayed here last year, and also in 2023 when we had to quit and fly home when hit by freak low temperatures. Having ridden for 7 consecutive days we are treating ourselves to a day off.  Neither of us is remotely interested in sight-seeing so we spent the morning doing nothing them strolled into the old town for cervezas.  A couple of beers in the sunshine later and we strolled back for more doing nothing.  Our day is entirely focused on it's grand finale...drum roll...A CHINESE BUFFET. We have been and checked it out and we now just have to find some way to occupy the 5 hours until it opens. *I'm particularly pleased with this one!  I'll admit I used Google to find it....Harry Nilsson since you ask.

Cold As Ice I believe I have previously shared my 'ultimate cycle touring tip' with you and yesterday afternoon we put it to good use.  The little grocery store near our hotel sold good beer or cold beer but no good cold beer.  So...grab a few cans...hide them in the freezer behind the choc ices and head to a bar.  Sip a cold beer at bar prices then return to the shop, liberate the (now cold) beer and retire to the hotel. I make no charge for these incredible life hacks but if you want to show your gratitude please lodge some money in my name at the nearest bar to the Holiday Inn, Gibraltar. Spice Up Your Life While we sipped our cold beers and patted ourselves on our backs for our cleverness we scouted the local restaurant scene and concluded that our best bet was Indian.  It got very good reviews, was nearby and, crucially, opened at 7:30.  Actually, if I'm honest, the big draw was that it also appeared that the waiters wore funny costume...

Tears of joy....a real gem of a day.  But first to wrap up yesterday:  the local public holiday in Bejar meant that our choices for dinner were limited and we settled on a small local's bar/restaurant for no better reason than it was open.  The place was busy and we stuck out as strangers rather more than I would have liked but we settled in and as soon as the waitress had served us each a generous bucket of Rioja we started to feel at home.  We had another fantastic, inexpensive meal and we are becoming real fans of 'ensalada mixta' as an appetiser...a groaning plate of fresh salad items with olives, tuna, eggs and a generous pour of olive oil with white wine or balsamic vinegar.  So....today.  I had plotted a road route of about 50 miles with 3500 of climb but, at the last moment, I noticed what appeared to be a bike path running the entire way.  Some research established it was a converted railway line, unpaved but traffic-free and sa...

Last night we were really big brave boys and went to a proper Spanish restaurant for some proper Spanish food.  I ordered in my best Spanglish and was pleasantly surprised when food turned up that almost exactly matched what I thought I had ordered.   The meal was excellent, substantial and inexpensive. This morning we had decided on a late start to wait for warmer temperatures, and this turned out to be a good plan as we woke to find we both had flat back tyres.  We pissed around for an hour fixing those, taking the opportunity to replace Plum's broken spoke while the wheel as off, and it was almost 10:30 before we turned a crank.   There is a point on these multi-day rides where I start to find my rhythm and I think, for this trip, it was today.  It doesn't get any easier....I just become accustomed to it being hard.  It was a short day (46 miles) but with plenty of climbing, including a vicious 14 per center at the very end.  I p...