paper W19-34 - M35 
paper M19-34 
paper route with my tried a year ago in the place of DT, 
Charter M35 with the path of Darius, "the Bard" 
Irene Saggin, 2nd place in the 5 th CRASPADA Primiero 
Day 3 - 32 km - 750 m dsl - Aracena, Huelva - things can only get better (D: Ream: dedicated to the wonderful day!) I wake up early and realized three things at once: it's Christmas, are not to my house and feel the water gurgling noises. He shall suspend the first two and focus on the third, hoping fervently that this is a broken pipe and the water has just flooded all the beautiful house, I open the front door with the best smile to greet the Bomberos sure that they will be working on flaw, and instead I am a desolate landscape of rain, mud and cold. Merry Christmas!
The common to both cursed that react with shouts of jubilation and rejoicing, happy like a Christmas present: then they realize that in addition to cold rain + mud + there is also the fog hugged each other crying and jumping in Flemish THAT BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL THAT SEEMS TO BE AT HOME!
Vabbè, partiamo. Solita colazione in un bar scaldato da un caminetto stile Luigi XIV di uno sperduto paese e poi inizia il toboga di sentieri. Veramente splendido il percorso e gli scorci di paesaggi che intravedevo tra il gocciolare del casco e le mie lacrime. Una giornata spettacolare di puro divertimento da single track in MTB se non fosse funestata dalla pioggia, dalla poca aderenza dei pneumatici, dal peso dei bagagli e dall'essere senza freni! Intervengo sui mezzi dei miei compagni (il mio unico compito nel viaggio era l'assistenza ai mezzi) e riesco a fare in modo che loro possano fermarsi , mentre sulla mia bici non tocco niente e procedo senza freni in modo di poter recuperare il terreno che perdo in salita. Il metodo funziona anche though with some risk.
reach Jabugo (I recommend, is pronounced like a rattle scraped at the beginning and spat at the end), the cultural center of pork ham, here are trained pigs to be in their near future, the best Pata Jamon Serrano Negra across the peninsula. Given the seriousness of the premises in the commitment we decide to stop for a break, if we take one of two bars open and readily do we serve the best product even if it is to be aligned with the quality of so many others tried but exceed the cost of at least three times. Thieves.
always immersed in warm weather to arrive in El Belga Repilado where we load the bikes on the train We moved to Huelva, the route would have been fabulous but too long for the days (and forces) available. We get to Huelva through fabulous mountains where reigns the void! Incomprehensible to us that no matter where we go to Italy we are always accompanied by residential buildings or even in the most remote places, there really seems to be in nature.
Day 4 - 85 km - 250 m dsl - Huelva, Sanlucar - Sabotage (Beastie Boys: dedicated to the Civil Guard!)
Let's go now to a thousand, the table in the buffet of the hotel and we first! We give in to big and throw down all liquids and solids with voracity and commitment at last a breakfast for athletes.
Bon departure and paved roads to pass to the industrial harbor city of Huelva and then we venture into the woods to the town of Matasalascanas, where we stop for a quick refueling, and that is the end of a comfortable flight In fact, we now expect 30km of beach in front of the Parque Nacional de Donana .
The two Flemings (incidentally Frankie pulled all morning and we have an average close to 20 km / hour. A beast!) Have calculated everything and they also know the times of low tide ! So when all the astral conjunctions are favorable we set off on the beach in a place where the ocean has just retired, and then the sand is harder. I state that before going down on the beach we also talked to the ranger station to confirm that the ferry at the end of the park will take us across the river Guadalquivir.
Here on the beach is hard to die, even if we are on the wet sand! I try to ride all positions, starting with Miguel Indurain in the time trial on his Espada as Ulysses and ending when you leave the cave of Polyphemus, practically hanging upside down on the frame of a bike! every now and then looked up and two deadly are out to take pictures of the dunes and what else I know!
However we proceed, and also crossed terrain of tourists who are driving fast, until after about 15km we stopped a car of the Guardia Civil. Documents, who you are, what you do, what do you do?, Where you come from, where you go (two florins, I would add a low voice). They keep us on hold for twenty minutes talking with the very central, and eventually they let us go by the recommendations of their colleagues to stop if we meet later?!! How we choose!
It seems there was a major national park authorities and then were forced to watch over all of the suspects, let alone three fools bike on the sand!
Despite the desire of death assail me many times, we arrive at the ferry when a demon Charon shipping Eyes Braga takes us to the other side, here we have a luxurious hotel room that we allow only three hours after a dinner in town.
reached on foot center to choose a place to eat we apply a simple and effective technique: a tapas and a glass in every room overlooking the main square! Judah Dancer, are already dancing in the third place! Here I demand to shift the balance of the drunk-ate from 1:1 to at least 1:2, the zealous sons of the god Merckx I'm happy and I can taste four different flow rates while consuming only 2 beers (but below there were two glasses of a generous and subtle Manzanilla). I seem to remember that he stayed at the hotel that night.
Day 5 - 114 km - 700 m dsl - Sanlucar-Canos de Meca - We Can Be Heroes (Bowie dedicated to me and to my ass!)
Other breakfast generous launching a serious claim about hotel and then we prepare for the final stroll.
L '80% of the day is on asphalt and the initial no scenery worthy of note (we are moving inland from Cadiz). The only tourist attraction, also highlighted signs along the road, covers an area of \u200b\u200bmajor salt and testing of micro-algae for food; both of these sources of food production are at the foot of a veritable mountain of trash where it collects sediment and waste throughout the region for miles in the air and the smell pollutes the area.
I looked carefully around me and I could not see the cameras in Scherzis Partes, but I'm still convinced that it was a joke. I hope.
Start Chiclana to the good part of the path that allows us to ride on roads covered by the foliage of pine trees before and then on the moor.
yourself to a healthy meal, we finally arrive at Canos de Meca 5 km from here and leave like the Flemish Dirk De Wolf and Rudy Dhaenens to 41 km / h forcing a grueling chase, I raise my hand to even call the flagship but nothing to do I have to make do with my strength.
Finally the glass doors of Apartamentos Canos de Meca stop the two cannibals that allow me to go and hug and exchanging handshakes and at the end of the best adventures.
I really do not just have to thank for the wonderful trip that led me to do and for the immense patience in having waited at every junction.
I promised them that we will meet this summer for another bike ride, and even now begin to train seriously for them to die, cursed.
