One of my worst days cycle touring. Over 150km of unpaved, rocky, boring road continuously beside a motorway. Caution: depressing read.
All the rules of helmet wearing in Spain, and if any can be broken.
A final goodbye to my second home.
I read somewhere once that in life, bad luck comes like raisins in a box of cereal: in groups, streaks and clusters.
As I stand up, a duet begins from the front and rear wheels as the bike leans from one side to another…
Cycle touring Seville-Huelva-Portugal in a melting inferno. Mainly sleeping outside and trying not to catch fire.
Cycle touring Tarifa-Cadiz-Seville in the summer sun. Mainly wild camping along the coast with a couple of hostels thrown in for banter.
A little adventure in a little place.
A 2 day cycle around Ronda. Probably the best cycle touring I’ve experienced in all of Spain, with some pretty amazing views.
One week at an isolated village in a forest run by hippies.
Getting a flavour for Granada and meeting some interesting people.
Cycle touring from Valencia to Andalusia via Murcia. Sea, rocks… but most importantly, free tapas.
Hills, beaches and wild camping from Barcelona to Valencia.
That awkward moment when you get robbed and there’s nothing you can do about it.
The final hurdle from France to Spain.