TransIberica 2019 Ride for Guy part 1

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Go to Spain and cycle in September, you will not regret it, it’s rather good.

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Ride to ferry despite being in Portsmouth meaning a 300 mile trip to start the adventure
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A brief ride from the ferry port in Santander to campsite and North good coastal views
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Beautiful walk from the campsite at sunset
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Cycle picnics, a photo theme, this one on the North coast
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Bay near Orinon and a cool campsite
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Camping Arenillas with the Pilgrim walkers
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Nice area to swim, eat and drink on the cliffs with the sunset
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Cycletrack to Bilbao, fantastic. This is not a road
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No junctions, flying over motorways and all roads into the city, just wow
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Must be the Gugenhiem, where’s the dog
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The Dawg, easy to miss hey
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How many Km of climbing, your having a laugh. Hippy Carlos and racers
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Pintxos and beer with the Vuelta Pre race start chill out
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After a very wet ride out of Bilbao and a few hours kip it was great to see the sunrise over San Sebastian
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And the French border soon after
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From Bayonne I followed L’Adour river a steady ride in the growing heat. A picnic in the shade while I watched a French driver eat a pizza then swill it down with several vodka redbull’s.
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A steady climb to Arette at the foot of the Pyrennes. With thunderclouds looming and 200 miles in the legs I took a raincheck and hit a campsite.
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Starting off at 5am this was a slow dark climb to the Col de la Pierre Saint Martin. Summit at dawn the plan worked
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Wonderful rocky, barren cliffs, a deserted village and shrinking huge lake, there has not been a lot of water approaching Zangoza
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Huge open vistas, I had expected more of this through central Spain but it was far from open and dull to travel through.
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No surprise it was steaming hot, going in search of drink all the sensible Spaniards were under shelter drinking. Mad men were cycling, and drinking beer.
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No seats round the cooling fountain, great to see almost the whole village out relaxing on a Sunday afternoon. Community life.
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Keeping the climbing low meant some evening riverside gravel as the sunset. Suddenly my arms on fire, I think uh oh, bad sunburn for the day: No it was invisible winged biting bastard things and i could not get skin covered up quick enough.
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The worst reaction to bites ever and even worst they were biting through my shorts and I realised to late that the only protection was to wear my canvas shorts over the top.
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The next day past Zaragoza its full on empty Aragon, the least populated area in Europe. A tailwind to Teruel helped
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The hills are returning approaching Checkpoint 2 at the summit of Javalambre
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With over 20 miles of climbing this is a huge rocky area and being out of the main season, it’s deserted and shut
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I could not pass up this torrent of ice cold water. It would have been a great wild camp, as was illustrated by a couple of ladies setting up camp. I should have joined them.
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Boy that was such a cool a wash
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Where the hell is the summit, back onto the gravel climb high up, sunset is approaching
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Summit at sunset at CP2. Met by Carlos a useful cameraman as me and Taz celebrate with a coke. It all went a bit Pete Tong after this.
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Heading over on rough gravel at 2000 metres in the dark the cloud descended and I crashed. I was trying to find the observatory and the road down. This was getting nuts, I headed down a super narly descent until I found wooded cover and decided to be sensible for once and made camp. When a stove and room to stock food pays off.
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The descending off-road carried on for ever. I was lost and loving it, my head cleared all thoughts of racing left. I must have done 30 miles off road. From here on this was a tour. Brilliant. Today was mainly about dunking my head under cold fountains and downing 2.5 litre bottles of Ice cold lemon Fanta
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After a nights sleep in Xativa it was a 5am start. now its really fucked up here as it dosen’t get dark until 8am. This truckstop was a great relief to a hungry already overheating Cyclist at 6am.
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They had built a new motorway, my route was gone. The road had gone so it was a great adventure just heading in the general direction, nothing grows here it was no big deal.
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Another legendary picnic spot. Instagram explodes as I introduce the world to my power breakfast, something thats’ always available to pour on your meusli. Open your mind people. 😉
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Rapha core cargo bib shorts have gone to shit. This is not some spilled mess, this is some rubberised like stuff, I’m guessing a coating of some sort. It makes me look like a complete tramp even though they are clean. A shame because they are so comfortable and the pockets are ace.
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Dancing squirrels performed while I ate, this lasted for about 5 minutes, boy those critters are agile, and do sideways, crab like, brilliantly
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Cruising around Mercia, even if it was cruel to be passing the Sierra Espuna. I had a date with the Med on a big days riding.
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Riding through Spain on the quiet roads is like a great tour through natures greengrocer isles. plenty of roadside produce to sample; Apples,Oranges, Grapes, Kiwi’s, Limes, Almonds and finally what I was waiting for Pomegranates, love em.
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My first real checkpoint, known affectionately as Dave’s bar by my friends the Gorilla riders. Many a pint and breakfast was spent here with our friend Guy at Playa Vera, he is sorely missed. The breakfast followed as I was reminded what was important in life, and it wasn’t chasing dots around a country.
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An easy reflective day. Mojacar beach is one of the places in Spain re-visited on this trip. The stretch of the Med from Garrucha to Carboneras is great for a winter cycling trip.
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The Gorilla view – great memories of sharing this view with friends, and its such a great descent for a beachfront ice cream prize.
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Carbonares beach before hitting the desert of the Cabo de Gata area, stocking up on water. This is baking hot in mid September, mid summer would be madness.
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Leaving San Jose the expected off road of the national park appeared. It was quite an initial shock to be sharing a huge dirt road with cars and buses weaving around trying to miss the ruts, not the wilderness i had imagined.
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Good news after a few miles, they can only go so far, then it’s beautiful cycling isolation. Oh and today some bitching side winds when rounding the summits.
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Gravel climbs to great views at the headlands, looking back on the coast just passed. There are a few beachside places to hunker down for the night but it’s to early for me.
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Living up to the promise Cabo de Gata checkpoint- kin windy I’m hanging onto the bike here, some great riding to come still.
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Proper sand hovering on long stretches to Alicante
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A green lake on an estuary that didn’t quite meet the sea. Hit Alicante or have a beach bivy, no contest, a lovely night watching the sun set.

The TransIberica Race is now just a motivation to tour the Iberian Peninsula, the big ride continues in part 2

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