I woke to the gentlr pitter patter of rain on my tent. I had fallen to sleep almost immediately after the England/Argentina rugby so waking i felt good but the warmth and comfort of the quilt wrapped around me was so enjoyable i stayed for a minute or two, but vertical was calling i packed and was put the campsite by 7.30. Its sort of nice not looking at the time.

Another flat and pretty nondescript day but the coffee stops were pleasant enough. The route went through León. In 2011 i rode the Camino de Santiago route that goes through León, i believe it was the first place i had Churos and chocolate. Unfortunately I couldn’t find the place again.

As a left town, i got excited and started to ride a little harder, then all of a sudden i hadxa littke wobble, it felt like all tge energy had sapped from my legs, i didnt feel dizzy i just felt really tiredand coukd hardly churn my legs around. I swung into a lay-by and sat down snd ste all the food i had as well as sucking honey from its bottle. I rested for 40mins or so then rode on defibately feeling revived. I did keep reminding myself i only had a few kms to go and so could just cruise.

But now I am safely tucked up in the Bosque de Gordon campsite. These 80km days are a breeze.

As i was ambling around the campsite, i heard some Welsh voices, i ambled over and shot a spray of questions, where, what, how, why?

Gareth and Tam were travelling the Trans Euro Trail, on their motorbikes. Looked pretty hard core to me and way too dangerous for me. We ate an evening meal together. So good the talk fast and really great to hear their adventures past and present.