Jaca

Aaah dear Kamoot. Since when did ‘bike touring’ translate to 10 kilometres of unpaved, rocky, muddy, steep incline followed by more of the same down the other side?
The day began with rainbows and friendly donkeys. Who could ask for more? A pause at a picturesque deserted village and a check of the map quickly dashed our hopes of arriving anywhere really. It became apparent that the donkey track was also our only way over the mountain. We bike pushed, bike dragged, bike smashed our way up and then down (except the guy with the broken arm who decided to ignore the doctors advice and ride ride ride). Finally a road! A glorious vision of black tarmac. And then… the rain. The mountains giveth and the mountains taketh away. We donned our rain gear, fashionably Wiggles coloured, and cycled on.Weiterlesen