The epic voyage began. And what an epic voyage it was for a first day. For me personally having been here a week already I was raring to go. The boys, less than 24hrs in, were happy to soak up some sun and site seeing. All 8 1/2 hours of it. It was the longest day in the saddle for me so far and my forehead knew it! (I must do something with my helmet).
Anyway, we set off at around 10:
And headed due south, trying our best to avoid the motorway. We came across a lovely walled town upon a hill (name escapes me) which of all days happened to have a road running race on. This meant that more or less, every escape route was blocked and an hour was spent trying to retrace our steps and find I way back out.
Mark and Jeff trying to solve the maze:
Shortly after I somehow managed to separate from the group and happened upon a glorious deviation through the mountains in order to rejoin the group.
Have to say, don't think much of the motorway services over here:
Eventually we happened upon a small village with a cracking little hostel.
€28 euros with breakfast or €25 without. A place called 'La Zarza' which I think means 'The Stag'. Rooms aren't bad at all:
Basic but more than adequate for our needs. In case your interested, this is where we made it to:
A place called Brazatoras.
Tomorrow we plan to either spend the night in Southern Spain or cross into Morocco early depending on when we make it to the port. Watch this space.