What a difference a day makes

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Yesterday we left Vera for Tabernas and Almeria, but simply could not find the starting point on the old N340 by the motorway.  We wasted an hour or more in the heat trying, until it made no sense to go on.  We settled for Garrucha – 10 miles down the coast. Not a bad spot, but not what we needed in schedule terms. But why does the schedule get to rule?

Today we set off and romped onto and down the same preferred route to Tabernas through some excellent cowboy bandit country (Clint Eastwood fans will understand) arriving ahead of our own ETA.

Tonight we ate with the Spanish in a small village bar. An excellent, local affair.  Yesterday I was saying that I was finished with Spanish cycle-touring: tonight’s experience may have changed my mind.

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