I make my morning escape from the native Spanish wild 🌼 field. Well, as far as the nearest shelter (50 metres) to pack away my damp gear! Not quite sure what the shelter is use for. Perhaps some kind of BBQ area out of the weather! Looks very clean and no graffiti. I’m certainly not in England then! I pass through Villarrodrigo and come across a petrol station ⛽ with a power-hand-wash. The bike goes in a for some TLC! Subsequent stop,…
The climb out of Cazorla was a good three hours with bulging panniers. This was the sole way into the Natural Park Sierras de Cazorla from Cazorla. As ever though a lovely downhill to follow and some seriously nice wild camping to be had. As it’s a National Park I’m need to be even more stealthy than normal. If that’s possible! Hence, I went for height on my first pitch. The most ideal spots are inevitably the hardest to get…
Now off the Vias Verdes (green-ways) and into the metropolis 🏢 of Jaen. Anything larger than a village is a metropolis to me! I’m into the metropolis and out of the metropolis ASAP. Obviously after a un café! The nights wild 🏕️ camping took some finding as everywhere was hilly 🗻 Then, when there were no hills, there were high fences … with barking dogs! I ultimately secured a spot on a hill-side near Pegalajar. It took some effort to get to, but I…
After my hearty 💗 meal last night, I set off with renewed vigor. Well, I do every day! Heading towards the town of Puente Genil. This provides a chance to refresh my stores. I’m dragging out the day as I wish not to hit the green-way until I’ve obtained a adequate supply of water. Then, I can set camp for the night as I’ve no guarantee where I’ll encounter water on the trail. I call into the grounds of a large building, hoping…
On leaving Ronda, I promptly stop in McDonalds 🍔 for the customary McBreakie! Second breakfast, though. It’s far tastier than the ordinary porridge I have. Absolutely, the porridge will be better for me! I pass through Setenil. Houses built into the rock face. Cool! Literally! I struggled once again to find a wild camping spot. Ultimately pushed up a near vertical hill on an olive 🥗 plantation. It was the only place that possessed any kind of access. I could hear plantation workers in the distance. I headed in the opposing direction. Finding a secluded gully of kind. I checked my perimeter and couldn’t see how anyone could see me 👀 and no discernible paths nearby. It would be dark in two hours. As the Spanish 🇪🇸 start later in the morning, I was well gone. I stopped in the…
The day started drizzly ⛆ But then we’re climbing and Andalucia is known to be a tad wet at times! Come to that, not known for its flatness either! Roads again very quiet. April is definitely not tourist season, so a big plus. A good thing I’m not a tourist! The nights wild camping 🏕️ was amongst numbered-cork-trees. Never seen cork trees before unless attached to the end of a wine bottle! I say numbered, because they possessed numbers sprayed on…
