Right, the rest day in Isaba seems like a distant memory already.
I set of from there nice and early as my plan was to link the next two stages, as the guide book lays things out, together.
Zuzira was only 11km and I got there in very good time, there’s no cafes or anything, so carried on with my plan.
The next part was to a junction known as La Mina. There is nothing there but for a river and plenty of cow shit…but then that’s everywhere here. More flies, that’s what’s needed, more flies.
Anyway, before La Mina was a climb up to a Col and fuck me what a climb. I really struggled. The struggle was physical to a point but I just couldn’t get my head around it.
Then Xavi came along. A chap from the Basque Country and he was so encouraging and friendly it really helped. He waited for me at the Col and was full of enthusiasm for what we had just done.
And the views!!!! That’s what all the effort was for…apparently. A good photo on the internet is probably enough but hey ho, I’m here so I may as well show a bit of enthusiasm.