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.
Preamble ciclosofico
361 km and 4716 m of altitude in 5 days, 10 kg load on the bike on paths and roads that even God remembers you create between 23 and 27 December, when the only physical preparation technique you can do before Starting and 'go shopping at the supermarket by bicycle, and be shooting in the bike lanes yet because' and 's so cold that you can not get off the vehicle.
therefore 'one question' cause I done?
When Tom asked me if I wanted to go (he and 'more' time on me) I immediately said yes, 'then I thought I told you so'. I will be 'mona!
but back to the question that has accompanied me for the first few days of travel, I can not give me an answer, rather dramatically widen the question to many other activities 'meaningless and self-injury that more and more' accompany me.
exclude the survival instinct, I think it was turned off years ago!
and 'a kind of exhibitionism? but if there are only stones that look at us along the way? and then ended the adventure I am ashamed to tell it 'cause when I ask for the reason that prompted me to do it I do not know' what to say!
and perhaps' the fear of aging that goes, but died of a heart attack uphill and perhaps' worse than
age who wants more and more 'to test me? So what is' that sets the limits of the test to pass? could be walking around the building or to complete the 'Iditarod,' cause the Transandalucia and 'a middle way?
might be a way to strengthen the character and resist the pain, but then eight hours in a mall on Christmas Eve would perhaps more 'hard!
short answer seems to me that the more 'close to the truth' has given us the Freud and reconnect all the sexual sphere: of course, for a ride so 'must really have your head in caz .. !
Travel Companions
creator and promoter of gitarella and 'Tom, he has practically done it all!
his friend for many years and survived to other adventures, as well as 'the second component of the party and' the legendary Frankie (of course here we do not use your real name, as in the best processes to the Mafia). Tom qulle few times I had doubts about the direction to take, he interveniva con il GPS e risolveva ogni dubbio.
il terzo mona sono io.
Appoggio logistico in Siviglia e' Pedro Pasi che con finto grande rammarico dice che non puo' venire: e' riuscito ad organizzare negli stessi giorni un campo allenamento a Canos de Meca con 180 persone (2-3 allenamenti al giorno). credo sia stato sveglio anche di notte per non rimandare l'evento ed essere sicuro di rinunciare al transandalucia-suicidio.
Giorno 0
chi dall' Italia e chi dal Belgio arriviamo tutti a Siviglia, ritrovo al negozio di bici che ci affitta i mezzi: 2 ruote (tonde), 1/2 freno ed una sella (tipo cilicio) sono la fornitura di base.
poi con Pedro andiamo a cena (birra e gamberi). If there was someone who had got up and kissed Tom had sensed that I might be the last supper!
Day 1 - 66km - 1466m dsl - Seville, Almaden - It's A Long Way To The Top (AC / DC, every day humming a song to overcome the moments of despair. This is' dedicated to the immense rise the day)
woke up at 8 at the home of Pedro and breakfast, we are ready in ten minutes and pedro wants to accompany the first part of the journey. It is prepared in no time, unravels two or three jobs, printing 618 maps, eight send mail, change the bike twice, I think ports visited a school in Gibraltar and set off at once: poverty are the 13 bitch!
there 'the sun and the path winds along the railway line from an old mine, then from country to country, from mountain to mountain, from cloud to cloud touch the moon, turn left and we arrived!
are 19.30, and 'night (but we have lights, and of course the helmet we are good children). The hotel hosts us playfully and consume perhaps the best dinner ever, drinking and eating at will 'and paying very little. What a beauty!
Day 2 - 60 km - 1350 m dsl - Almaden, Aracena - I Hope You Die (Bloodhound Gang: dedicated to the two sons of the god that made me die mercks)
we have breakfast in a bar in the country with tostada (bread warmed, ignorant!) oil, salt and latte they pompously call 'coffee' con leche. "Premises that already 'crowd the bar go down' bad with colored glass of pure alcohol. and smoking, if they smoke beast!
Then we leave, your ass makes me 'already' bad but I do not think admiring the landscape and 'fantastic and the sun shines. Here ends the good news, 'cause the start of the rollercoaster ups and downs, ending in Pratoni sloping dotted with cattle (I have not checked if it was male or female, having red bags have preferred to keep a good pace ride!). lunch but not along the deserted street but rather '1 km more' up ', on the shore of an artificial dam' cause the two cursed Flemish romantic when you least expect it.
it takes to ride on trails that then the two friends told me to be up to a beautiful 4-star hotel with spa and polished several bales. Take a shower and then it softened in the spa tour. Following the Christmas Eve dinner in the luxurious restaurant at a questionable price, we need a first and a second dessert. Pero 'e' will be a bottle of wine per head and we suck half past two (13.5 degrees), putting the remainder in the bottle for contingencies of the journey!
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