20km into the windiest cycle imaginable, I completely lost my bottle! Having been swept across the road more than once I couldn’t do today’s route. John, putting aside his competitive streak, had the patience of a saint and stayed with me. Finding a roadside cafe, we stopped for a drink, some respite from the wind and I suspect John thought a quick pep talk, before setting off again.
I had other ideas! Within 5 minutes of stopping, with no knowledge of the Spanish language I had managed to book a taxi that would take me and my bike back to our resort!
Hardier than me, the rest of the team cycled the planned route, arriving back some hours later, a few of them somewhat fraught from the traumas of staying upright in the >40mph gusts of wind.
I’m reassured that the wind speed should be half as strong tomorrow……………
Challenging Times 