A longish day of N630 spadework in sun and headwind, with punctures featuring prominently. I got up early to fix yesterday’s flat before we left our hotel, but obviously didn’t do much of a job: an hour later , it was hissing like an audience of geese at a pantomime villain boiling kettles. Still, I had a decent view (pic) while I mended it.
His on-bike sound system vibrated to the sound of Massive Attack, possibly to drown out the sound of me singing Matt Monro songs.
Eventually, thanks to some determined pedalling, we defied the headwind to reach the Roman town of Mérida by sixish, entering grandly by the ancient bridge (pic). Impressive urban bike provision, these Romans made.
Miles today: 72
Miles since Cádiz: 210