I went North through the national park, "Picos de Europa" or "the peaks of Europe". Because the distances are a little worrying I purchase a jerry can and strap it to the back of the bike. I now have petrol between my legs and strapped to my arse; if anything goes wrong, there aren´t going to be many children and I can kiss my arse goodbye.
The day before yesterday a guy did a dangerous manouvre and had to swing back into my lane before realising I was there. He missed my handle bars by a couple of inches. I didn´t see my life before my eyes, but I did see the wheels of a pajero about to turn me into jam.
The ride through the park was wonderful. twists and turns everywhere.
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