My first ever wild camping on my home continent. I’m British, but I do consider myself to be more European ๐ช๐บ! The first nights wild camping in any country I always feel a bit apprehensive! One takes time to get a feel for a country when wild camping โบSpain initially seems to have a fair few of high fences around. But this is early days, so we shall see how it pans out. Every region in Spain adopts very different attitudes…
I make my morning escape from the native Spanish wild ๐ผ field. Well, as far as the nearest shelter (50 metres!) to pack away my damp gear! Not quite sure what the shelter is used 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 โฝ with a power-hand-wash. The bike goes in a for some TLC! Subsequent stop,…
Leaving my final stealth/wild camping ๐๏ธ spot in Spain, heading along the flat trail towards Albacete. My first stop was a McDonalds breakfast ๐ Why? Cus even that conveys more flavour than my ordinary porridge! A McMuffin breakfast it is then! Next find a cheap B & B or motel for a few nights. The Hostal-Taperia la Fonda ๐ฉ offered a twin room, ensuite for 30 euro. I’ll take it. Price was good and it had the biggest shower head…
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 ๐๏ธ camping to be had. As it’s a National Park I need to be even more stealthy than normal. If that’s possible! Hence, I went for height on my first pitch. The ideal spots are inevitably the hardest to get…
I’ve now left the Vias Verdes (green-ways) and into the metropolis ๐ข of Jaen. Anything larger than a village is a metropolis to me! I enter the metropolis and leave the metropolis ASAP. Obviously after a un cafรฉ! The nights wild ๐๏ธ camping took some finding as everywhere was hilly ๐ป Then, when there were no hills, there were high fences … with barking dogs ๐ I ultimately secured a spot on a hill-side near Pegalajar. It took some effort to get…
After my hearty ๐ meal last night, I set off with renewed vigor. Well, I do every day on my bicycle! 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 next. I call into the…