The terrible floods and rain forced me to readjust my route planning. I ended up in Orgiva about a week earlier than I had expected. And although I did for a moment think I was going to do an extra loop circumstances guided me towards staying put for a week.
When I set out on my days ride I have absolutely no idea how my saddle is going to affect me. There seem to be 3 default situations.
1. The edge of the saddle rubs against my right hip joint deep in my groin this causes pain and numbness in my gleut and hamstring. Which proceed to stop working so I’m only pedalling with my left leg.
2. I can adjust my position a bit and the pain in my right side is marginally better. But this causes my perineum to impact the saddle causing excruciating pain.
3. All is good. Minimum pain anywhere.
If only the ratio was a rotation of the three but unfortunately it’s more like a continuous rotation of 1 and 2 and once a week I’ll have a good day.
My time in Orgive has been fantastic. I relaxed. I saw my friend Moira, what no photos of you 2 together, no none 🤦. And I ate a lot.
Ride 1
Distance 42kms
Time 2hours 14 mins
Elevation 828meters
Speed 18.9kph
This is a beautiful ride up through Lanjarón. Then dips down around the reservoir and back to Orgiva. This was so painful initially my hip and groin then I shifted position and adjusted the pain to my perineum.
Ride 2
Distance 68kms
Time 3hours 21 mins
Elevation 979meters
Speed 20kph
A lovely jaunt down to the sea. Coffee/cake. And home. This ride much to my great joy was totally pain free.
Komoot did take me over a nonexistent bridge. I arrived home with soaking feet and a popped off boa
But the gorge I rode through was spectacular
My last evening the sunset was something to behold
Back on the road again.
Distance 46kms
Time 2 hours 21 mins
Elevation 712meters
Speed 19.8kph
I aimed to leave Orgiva camping at about 10am and was on the road at 10.15. Too much time prettying myself up.
The first half of the route was the same as the last route. Its a good ride and mainly down hill. I got to have coffee in Velez de Benaudalla. The road rises to its highest point just after at the top a short tunnel and then the descent into Motril. The road then winds its way up the coast through Salobreña and finally to Almuñécar and the ‘Tropical’ Camping. I think this is stretching my imagination of the word and its luxury meaning. The campsite is nice and the people and facilities are many and varied. But it is next to the main road and the incessant traffic passing. But I’m here for the night and quite satisfied.
I know I took zero photos today.
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