Castelo Mendo.
Morning fast road up and down, with a stop at a market where a child 5 years on the bike looks loads and asks: "Daddy, eg a bike?". And we can not laugh about it.
Then the trouble began.
For a number of wrong directions to finish a good two hours and 20-km thrown away in the sandy country that should take over the Rio Agueda.
until I find a kid to tell me where to go, with the motor slows down in the sand and earth, spoiled, she says: "Esta the river, but no està the puente." I help him and change course.
At km 71 on my speedo dies. And I will not explain What does, because everything becomes much more difficult now.
Then go up much, intense heat, the smell of a black fire in the woods off a few days ago.
But I'm in Portugal!
dusted with Esperanto and 271 miles separate me from the goal.
Tomorrow we start again! A hug!
Then the trouble began.
For a number of wrong directions to finish a good two hours and 20-km thrown away in the sandy country that should take over the Rio Agueda.
until I find a kid to tell me where to go, with the motor slows down in the sand and earth, spoiled, she says: "Esta the river, but no està the puente." I help him and change course.
At km 71 on my speedo dies. And I will not explain What does, because everything becomes much more difficult now.
Then go up much, intense heat, the smell of a black fire in the woods off a few days ago.
But I'm in Portugal!
dusted with Esperanto and 271 miles separate me from the goal.
Tomorrow we start again! A hug!
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