Well we are five days into northern Spain and all I can say is that I now believe in climate change. Despite being the middle of August, traditioanlly the hottest time of the summer where we are right now, the weather has been like England in October, grey, cold and wet. I'm fairly sure that July and August in the south of France and Spain used to be a bit more warm and sunny, or maybe that's me looking back with rose-tinted spectacles! Anyhow, we're not doing this bike ride to get awesome tans and to have our hair bleached blonde from all the sunshine (sorry Zeina, what did you say? we are?!?)
What we've learned since getting to Spain:
- Spanish people are not only ridiculously cool and good looking, but they can go out for dinner at midnight with their kids, stay up watching fireworks and partying till 5am and then get up again at 7am to go to work. These people are superhuman!
- Spanish campsites are the noisiest places on earth at night. British kids would all immediately emigrate to Spain if they found out that here, it's completely normal to stay up until 1 or 2am at night having a laugh and playing with all your other mates.
- Cycling through the mountains is a mixture of extreme adrenaline: "Here comes another ten minute supersteep and fast downhill!" and abject misery: "Here comes another one hour supersteep and agonising climb!"
- We are getting quite fit, despite shovelling food down our necks like Fantastic Mr. Fox, we are both beginning to feel stronger and more capable of climbing the steep stuff.
We reckon we have a few more days to go before we reach the coast again and cross the border into Portugal, meanwhile we will continue to consume chorizo sausage in gargantuan quantities and hit the power bars and will reward ourselves with several Magnum ice creams when we arrive at the sea again.
Hasta la vista, baby x
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