Jerte

Rode to the top of the valley Jerte, but coming from the north. This means you don't get to see what you are entering until the last minute.

I come over this rise and suddenly can see for miles before me down a giant valley. There is a sequence of about 20 switchbacks going down i.e. a biker's heaven. I take the bike down slowly feeling every swing of it with every turn. Cars pass me, but they don't get to feel what it is like. Even going 10km an hour down these is like a dance with gravity.

In the valley, I stay in a beautiful hotel that feeds me raw sausages and pineapple slices from a tin. Sounds grim, and it is, but the Russian salad is amazing and the service is so wonderful, I can't seem to fault them for the watery uncooked meat parcels.

Had a bath. A magical experience, except for my washing which had to join me too. Heh.