Two recumbent bicycles, a tent, camp kitchen, no limits. After six years of sedentary life we start off towards the west, to see where Europe ends, and beyond...
Haute-Loire, France, July 2016
Serra da Estrela, Portugal, August 2016
Ribatejo, Portugal, August 2016
Lagoa Comprida, Portugal, August 2016
Serra da Estrela, Portugal, August 2016
Coimbra region, Portugal, August 2016
Laredo, Spain, July 2016
France, June 2016
France, June 2016
La Paloma, Uruguay, November 2016
Lagoa Azul, Brazil, October 2016
Buenos Aires region, Argentina, December 2016
Uruguay, November 2016
Santa Vitória do Palmar, Brazil, November 2016
Argentina, December 2016
Lagoa Bacupiri, Brazil, November 2016
Buenos Aires region, Argentina, December 2016
Laguna de Lobos, Argentina, December 2016
Montevideo, Uruguay, November 2016
Uruguay, November 2016
Santa Teresa National Park, Uruguay, November 2016
Récit de l’étape de Bilbao à Santiago de Compostela (11 au 22 juillet 2016)
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Sometimes there are nice surprises. Like on that day when we cycled from Gijón to Avilés, through one of the most industrial regions we’ve cycled through so far, with fuming chimneys, dusty roads and all kinds of funny smells in the air. Avilés seemed like a dusty and empty city, we didn’t expect much. Until we saw the spiral tower… Continue reading “A surprise – Centro Niemeyer”→
From my previous post we told you how “up and down” the Spanish roads are. The main positive point is that there is a more of less flat highway just next to it and so we are alone on these big roads, with nice views over the ocean on the top and shaded hills on the lower parts.
Yesterdays leg was another example of the roads. We must say that national road we took, N-632, is not very steep, which makes quite easy, but tiring, to follow. Few years ago they build an highway full of viaducts and some tunnels. The map shows clearly our zig-zag 67km leg, compared to the 54km that cars are required to do.
The up and down, never too high, never too low (well, sea level).
And once we are down, we see the highway viaduct up there. Fifteen minutes later we are just about the same level.
This is just a set of facts, because fortunately the highway is there, otherwise I would not imagine that we could share the road with cars and trucks.
Today we decided to rest in a camping next to the see, to some small bike repairs, swim, cook bread, do the laundry and update the blog.
The north of Spain is a nice for cycling, if you stay on main roads. Otherwise they are steep like hell making us to push the bicycles to the top while swearing.
But that does not mean that the main roads are easier. It’s a lot – really a lot – of up and down with signs like these: