I’m cycling from Salobreña to Almería and entering the Andalusia region with its miles upon miles of polytunnels supplying Northern Europe’s supermarkets in the winter. As one of the dryest areas in Europe, it contains a small desert that was the backdrop to the spaghetti Westerns starring Clint Eastwood.
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Sad to watch my Debra and daughter leave. Unofficially they’d been my support crew, even if they didn’t drive a van with spares in. Now solo cycling from Málaga to Salobreña might be lonely, and the hills promised to be steep. My plan was to stop off at Nerja Caves, and then climb the heights of the Castillo de Salobreña. Read more…
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Sad to watch Debra and my daughter leave. Unofficially they’ve been my support crew, even if they didn’t drive a van with spares in. Now solo cycling from Málaga to Salobreña might be lonely, and the hills promised to be steep. My plan was to stop off at Nerja Caves, and then climb the heights of the Castillo de Salobreña.
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Picture me with a bicycle, wind whistling in my ears. It’s not quite light. Behind me is the southernmost point in Europe. To my left is the Atlantic Ocean. To my right, the Med. And I’m about to follow through on a misguided idea that could well turn into a painstaking mis-Adventure.
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