Alicante

Got out the airport it seemed an ok temperature but putting the bike together, I sweated to soak my t-shirt.

The mayhem of unpacking and putting together.

One of my valves got a bit fowled so I spent an hour or so pumping, eliciting an encouraging round of applause from the on looking taxi drivers, who were all surprisingly sociable. They all thought I was mad though. Granada that’s very far away, they said. I shrugged.

Straight to the nearest town (opposit direction from Alicante) bought new valves, just in case. Pumped tires to 40psi. Put on the front disc rotor, yes I rode from the airport without a front brake.

Having paired down my equipment as much as possible…. it’s still too heavy. Grrrrrrrrrr. I did follow the advice I give to everybody, ‘if you have 2 of something you have one too many’

I got to the town of Aspe, followed my Garmin to what it said was a campsite, owned by a Dutch couple with 2 caravans in residence and now me. They all seem pretty friendly. It does seem where though.

I have failed to buy food, failed to get water, failed to get gas for my cooker. Doh.