My hands ache from clutching the breaks. Surf down gravel slopes. One of my bottles, the one named after the fresh cool waters of the Pelorus river, is shaken loose and lost near Gorozika.
Bilbao is incredible, but not for the city, it is hot, traffic filled and museum closed. Four boy ravers with at an intersection with thumping bass in discord. But here that I arrange to meet Caroline in 4 days time in Leon.
Just as I was beginning to loose a little momentum. I leave Bilbao in the early evening after an afternoon of fruitless internet, with new purpose, new maps, a spanish dictionary. The Mena valley is beautiful, and I camp next to one of the Caminho’s secondary routes south, where it turns to gravel, and almost disappears. I have alot of cycling to do.