Bloodied but unbowed, with Nat safely home but certainly not forgotten (weak impersonations of his husky voice and originial one-liners ring out constantly across the Spanish plains) team C2C set out from San Sebastian along the now familiar coast road with a score to settle. After something of a phoney war through imposing valleys a gruelling 600m climb ensued, in baking sunshine up beautiful, vertiginous roads. Finally, sweat pouring from Hugh´s brow like a waterfall, we reached an idyllic lake and began to feel were back in the saddle.
The mountains have slowly given way to increasingly arid plains, and whilst there is some disagreement as to the terrain difficulty (Rory: "flat as a pancake, mate", Doble: "Oh My God") the heat is ratcheting up constantly. The miles, however, have just kept comnig as we grind our way into central Spain towards Seville. The crowd in the increasingly sporadic campsites has got weirder, and more Dutch, their camping equipment generosity and funny accents making our stays all the more enjoyable and surreal.
I write from sunny Salamanca, where we have dived for respite from the heat of the day, and with 1000 miles for the tour passed today the mood in the camp is elated - Spain has been dealt a solid blow and with a couple more good days we might finally be heading towards the home straight and Morocco.
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