What Goes "Bonk Bonk"?
The answer is two cyclists who are fuelled only by some chorizo and eggs cooked in a trusty Trangia in a bathtub in Talarrubias.
Insufficient carb-loading meant that as we passed in to Castilla-La Mancha, the increasingly beautiful scenery was mostly missed in the misery of malnutrition.
The lack of any residence, warehouse, farmhouse, hen house, outhouse, doghouse or petrol station in that area did not improve the situation, despite Ranald´s blind optimism that "there´s bound to be something over the next hill." Oh yes, did we mention the hills?
We finally slumped into Puebla de Don Rodrigo to find the only beds in town were annexed to the petrol station...nice! Our carb deficit was barely offset by an omelette sandwich for supper.
Laundry now reaching critical mass.
Day 67.6km (Total 561.6km) Bum Pain Rating 3/5 Windmills Tilted At - Zero
A Brief Word on Denizens of Spanish Cafes
They smoke. All of them. All the time.