It's the last city for 3 days and based on the smaller towns I have been riding through I wasn't expecting too much. But Foca is quite a surprise, a lot of cafes, a great bakery and several good supermarkets.
But what really surprises me is how many beautiful well dressed women are in the cafes. The weather is absolutely perfect and it's a joy to just spend some time here. Had lunch with a kitty and stocked up on food. I'm going to have a heavy bike on this first big uphill.
It was social hour on the way to Foca, a group of four Belgian couples who were touring around in two vans, and for English speaking young guys on touring bikes and a 70 year old German named Jurgen with whom I had an extensive conversation about the cycle touring lifestyle and all the places we both have been. He looks like he's 50.
After lunch I ride up the steepest hill yet of the whole tour and into the strongest wind. I'm glad to arrive at camp. It doesn't help that I just ate the largest croissant I have ever seen, one foot long, with chocolate and pistachio cream.Read more