Giant Chickens

The road was flat and uninspiring for the first half of the day. A haze covered the sun making it hot but not sunny.

I stopped for coffee at a cafe with lots of cyclists. There also seemed like football supporters having a morning coffee, I saw no beer being swilled. They gave me the most uninspiring toast and tomatoes I have ever had.  Then I got to a bakery and bought some bakery treats that I smashed into my pocket they immediately crushed into one blob.

Then on to Morón de la Frontera, a town celebrating the chicken with lots of these rather scary statues, but i did like them, throughout the town. The cheese slices I bought yesterday had melted into a solid mass and awkward to cut, the rolls I picked as something different were dry. Not the best lunch.

Gradually I got to the mountain areas, I had picked out a campsite, well the only one. 5 kms up hill with long sections at 11%. I nearly got there but 500meters from the top I got off and walked.  The amount of people is small but there is a group of school children. Fingers crossed for a quiet night.