
Anyway, this morning we checked out of our lovely Airbnb apartment in characterful Triana, with its vibrant bars and cafes, and headed north on Seville's rather good network of cycleways (pic).
I was impressed by their uncluttered, open nature, totally unencumbered by anything like useful signage telling you where you were damn well heading.

North of Seville we joined the southern end of the main road of the trip: the N630 (pic). This is the old Vía de la Plata, which will take us all the way to Oviedo. Well, our bikes will. And our legs might have something to do with it.

As the great Scots poet Robert Burns wrote, "But I would bike five hundred miles / And I would bike five hundred more, / Just tae be the man who bikes a thoosand miles / Tae get an inexplicable puncture on arrival at the hotel at Monesterio."

It was a bit of a slog at times – there was a stiff headwind all day, and a lot of climbing – and this was about as spectacular as the scenery got (pic)...

You can see how busy it is from this picture (pic), which also demonstrates how good my new camera (Panasonic Lumix TZ70) is on telephoto stuff. The lens is so good it can even pick out Nigel, two miles ahead of me.

The hotel provides supplies of great interest to such cycling pilgrims as we, for instance novelty soft toys, legs of the famous delicious local jamon iberico for €199 (or tapas version for €3.90), and bottles of local red for €1.80.
Miles today: 64
Miles since Cádiz: 138
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