We were up at our earliest yet, and were out of the campsite for 6.30 peddling off into the pre-dawn gloom.
Despite the early hour it was a good ride, the air cool in the absence of the sun and the roads all bu empty. The sun rise was awesome, a fiery red-yellow orb rising from the east.
We had 65 miles to Monesterio to cover before the heat became unbearable, and so endeavoured to set a good pace. We had covered about 20 miles when the dreaded sound of a spoke breaking came from Lewy’s back wheel – with no means of repair we had no choice but to push on. Another 5 miles went by before another ‘ping’ and another spoke. We have ridden with more broken spikes than that, but for some reason (I suspect the mechanic overtightened the spokes) the wheel was unridable, so badl out of true it contacted the frame. We had a chat on the side of the road, conscious that the heat free, usable morning hours were slipping by. In the end, Lewy made his way 2 miles back to a train station marked by the GPS, while me and sam pressed on intending to regroup in Seville.
As we rode on, sorry to have temporarily lost a memeber of the team, the sun rose in the sky and with it the temperature. For good measure, there was a wind against us, and we were climbing into the mountains making for a hard, sweaty slog. Matters were not helped by a puncture on Sam’s bike: by the time we reached Monesterio, we were exhausted and fell upon the supermarket in search of cold drinks. Thirst quenched, we spent the next hour comprise outside in the shade, before relocating to a bar where we spent the afternoon cooling off.
As it got cooler in the evening, we set off again, covering another 15 miles before picking a spot to wild camp, once more sleeping out under the stars.