Day 47 – Crossing into Portugal to Ageriz (Via Bragança and Ferradosa)

I felt better. Still a bit shit, but better. My arse feels like the muscles deep inside are bruised like Freddie Mercury and the boys were mining for treasure last night. I think I need to replace my seat with a cushion. I warmed up with a gentle incline, putting my bike in the easiest…

Day 46 – Valladolid to Zamora and then some

When I woke up, it felt like Mike Tyson had been punching me all night long. My legs felt like someone had been yanking them hard, in a desperate attempt to make me a foot taller. I was obstructed from any meditation due to flys constantly landing on my face. Today felt like it was…

Day 45 – Burgos to Valladolid (via Palencia)

Again I woke up feeling good to ride. I wasn’t in the greatest of states energy wise, but I knew I’d feel better once I had warmed up, but before I got my legs spinning, I had a 20 minute meditation session which seemed to boost my mood. As I got going, the weather was…

Day 44 – Bilbao to Burgos (Pais Vasco)(Ibericas)

I was expecting to feel like shit this morning, but instead I was encouraged by yesterday’s effort. I didn’t hang around Bilbao too long as the weather wasn’t looking to great and I wanted another big day. Coffee and go was my attitude. However, I did have my 1st near life experience that morning when…

Day 43 – Lietza to Bilboa (via San Sebastián and Orio)(Pais Vasco)

The sky was covered in a carpet of grey clouds. The typically English weather brought a smile to my face as it meant I wouldn’t be baking hot and it was a reminder of home. On my bike I had a 200 meter climb to deal with for a warm up. It wasn’t so bad…

Day 42 – Liedena to Lietza (via Pamplona)(Pyrenees)

My legs are telling me that they would pretty please with cherries on top, that they would like an easy day today. I though about it during my 50km warm up ride to Pamplona. On the way I found a mysterious looking tunnel that just had to be checked out. My curiosity had got the…

Day 41 – Ayerbe to Liedena (Pyrenees)

Today’s cycling was the polar opposite of yesterday’s. The long flat boring roads of the N-240, were replaced by exciting, mountainous roads. I had turned into the fringes of the southern parts of the Pyrenees. I was starting to get excited as the jagged cliff faces in the distance got closer and closer. In the…

Day 40 – Lleida to Ayerbe (via Huesta)

My body woke up with a serious cycling hangover. Every limb felt like it wasted of led, my legs  felt like they were still full of lactic acid, and it felt like I had a thirst that was simply unquenchable. A trip into the city was in order for a pre-ride warm up, and a…

Day 39 – El Papiol to Lleida

Whilst I was asleep, old farmer doubt had been sowing his downbeat seeds of pessimism I’m my brain. A combination of things had me in a shitty mood. At one point I’m sure something as small and trivial as a puncture would have me into calling it quits and heading for the nearest airport (fortunately…

Day 38 – Barcelona to El Papiol

Just like yesterday, I overslept the sunrise lighting up the horizon, but I still did get a tasty view of that great big flame ball in the sky. Today was humid. It felt like being in a sauna that didn’t have an exit. The sea was great, but was only temporary relief because as soon…