Solo traveling women on a 🚵🏽♀️, Nordkapp-Morocco . Now: Spain 🇪🇸
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Manage to find a closed restaurant by the beach last night where we were able to put our tents under roof, waking up to this.
I met the restaurant owners thay had no problem with letting us stay under the shelter.
Just saying, having a rest day in my tent, under roof, with the wind and waves as a background music is not bad.
4th of December, means nothing special for many of you, and not for me, until I realised that five months ago I took my first pedal stroke from North cape, with a way to heavy bike. I remember my first uphill as a real pain in the... but still I happily told anyone I met that I was going to Gibraltar.
But I will tell you...
The last two days was my absolutely hardest days since. But WHAT is hard? And WHY was it hard? The what's and why's, mostly doesn't matter.
What matters is that you always have the strength to go through tough phases, if you have a strong will!
Different from this morning is that I changed a frozen tent for a warm shower (first one in 6 days), well deserved!
Another though day finished. I started out with some rollercoaster roads that was left over from yesterday, until I started to loose it in every direction. So I decided to give the highway a try (before I did I made a quick research what the law said, and cycling was permitted on this kind). I had 20 beautiful km on the highway, today's only pleasant ride, until a police officer drove up next to me and told me I was not allowed there, I tried to convince him that I for sure was (trying not to loose the only speed I had today). We were literary just shouting yes, no, yes, no, to each other. And I was back on the shitty road again.
Anyway, I try my best to let the mountains speak for them selves and turn the hard moments into hilarious memories.
A freezing night up here is now on the agenda
Spain, honesty. Does it hurt? Does it hurt to be so beautiful?
I can see traces of your vast rivers, but not a drop is there to be shown. Cause they are hidden deep down, in your almighty earth of sand -
I spoke to my dad just minutes before I took that right turn, that turn that lead me nowhere in hours. He saw my smiling face and said: "This is really the life you want to live, right"? Just five minutes later I would definitely have answered NO. -
There is one way to Granada from here, the highway. Or for those who happen to live next to the big road, or for cyclists, there is a road running alongside. While the highway has a smooth and gentle climb up the mountain (1250masl), the "Camino de servicio" goes up-down, up-down, up-down with its little steepnesses and bumps. After some very slow 5km, pushing headwind uphill and downhill it felt like I had to be on a 4000masl, at least. But no, far from half way up.
Also after every downhill, just before the steep little uphill, there is a reversed bump, which forces me to break all the way down, to start with absolutely no speed for the next uphill.
The last hours of today I have been singing (screaming) out loud to make tears in to laughs. My power is drained.
If my chain decide to give up after 5 months on the road, now would be the perfect time. -The road to Granada.
Who vote for me taking the highway tomorrow? I do! -
I'm certainly blessed with views and sunshine. Spain, it's easy to be beautiful
I really enjoy doing this trip all by my self, every second of it, and when you finally get to the point when you miss to hanging out with someone it's easy to choose to do that. But it's not everyday you have the chance to actually share the days on the bicycle, cocking and chat together under the starlight. When it happens it's special I'm surrounded by the beautiful mountains in Spain, and some day soon I will give you a blogpost with more pictures and stories about what's happening, here and now. Until then, enjoy this picture of me and my new friends tents among the olive trees, under the open sky
Some updates from my life - I'm rushing slowly, wanna be in a place really soon, but can't help that my legs are lazy at the moment.
Lost my new (big) power bank. And cause my (new) battery on my phone only last for 20km, with GPS and Spotify (offline) running at the same time, I go with the flow, and take whatever road that lead me south, until I figure out if my money is worth 5 extra days in Morocco or 5 extra hours scrolling internet.
For now I'll enjoy being a neighbour of two swedes that picked me up along the way, warm shower and lovely views
Also, I'm in Peñíscola, how cool is they?
I drastically changed my scenery and temperature since three days back. From winter to summer, from counting mountain passes to counting chihuahuas in cute little bags. I'm gonna put the mountains on hold for a moment, cause I somehow like the feeling of being on an all-inclusive holiday Hakunamatata!
Today is one of those days, yes one of those days that we all have. In my case it's just a shut-up-and-pedal-day. It's one of those days when I haven't even picked up my camera. So it's basically a day when I pick a photo from one of the good days. Me, me, me, me, amongst all the bikes. Someone else's bikes, (someone who remind me of my friends), and who told me that there are other bikes in the world, expect from mine. Because of that, I love his bikes, and I'm happy I could help him out with his bikes.
Also, when you have one of those days, you need someone to talk to. Today I bought a bottle of wine and I was in good company with my brother (on the other side of the phone, with his bottle of wine) @benjaminolah
First I thought I saw a bunch of unicorns but I took a closer look and I was not dreaming. The Camargue horses are apparently considered as one of the oldest wild horse breeds in the world. They must me strong horses. I'm glad I met them, gained some strength from them, and I'm happy I met thousands of them, cause I will need horsepower for the next couple of weeks, for sure!