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. DAY 1

INTRODUCTION.

Days: eight. From February 25 to March 6, 2011.
Miles traveled: 2200.
Maximum distance traveled in a day: 335 kms.
Minimum distance in a day: 230 kms.
Daily average: 275 kms.

Weather: cool temperatures, some rain the last two days.
difficulties: roads closed or buried by water, disturbing flocks of cattle, overflowing rivers, GPS mad.
Damage: broken rack one of the saddlebags.
Falls: 5, nearly all the last day.
Terrain: 40% asphalt, 60% off road. Mud, puddles and streams abundant all the time. A couple of days with lots of sand.

worst: the plains and large private estates of Lower Alentejo.
funny thing: the sandy tracks of the Atlantic.
hardest. circular roads at night.
The surprise: the international path of the Tagus, a continuous slide of winding path came.
Lost: as always, I lost the collar away from home, and now they're four.
Disappointment. more than the excess asphalt, frequent setbacks due to closed roads.
Murphy's Law: I seriously just got lost in that small area which did not cover my maps.
dismissal: I forgot at home under planning stage, I had to improvise all the time. Most intriguingly
: get out of bed in the morning and have no idea how or where you would end the day.
best: spend all day on the bike traveling from one place to another.

DAY 1. CANDELEDA-Plasencia-Navas del Madroño. 240 kms

I left the base with some delay, that is, we started badly. Here I started to accumulate a certain delay, as you advance, prevented me finally get to Sagres, the southernmost point of the trip and also Ecuador project.
The night before he had reached the hotel where my friend, "The Thorn Birds" for us, almost on the two in the morning. The next morning between preparations, breakfast and I got laid off almost noon. Photo output with the Sierra de Gredos Nevada in the background and there we were:

The first third of the stage passed following the "Transvera "route proceeds through the valley of La Vera, known for its relatively mild climate compared to the severe weather in the Sierra de Gredos. Long way to cementing initially, then tracks and a narrow path:

soon began to experience some of the constants of the trip: streams, rivers, puddles and mud. Some streams interrupted the path completely, for example this:

Across the river, I found some kids, and loudly asked them if they knew of any private sector for cross to the other side. The conversation went something like

- Can we go somewhere?
"Sure, man, more or less around here.
"For there to cover the knee as you walk and the current will is strong.
- much is your bike?
-400.
"Come, then dried insurance.

The river crossing had been overgrown and it was quite impossible, but in his youthful folly, they were feasible. I said there was a bridge a mile below, and I was able to continue path along with place names of towns ending in "Vera" Jarandilla de la Vera Madrigal de la Vera ,.... What a mess. I got into dead ends, traps mud, potato fields and other places ugly. Soon I found myself with wet feet and the bike loaded with a few extra kilos of mud, circumstances that would accompany me almost constantly to return. At least the scenery was inspiring, and soon I was running through the wet, cobbled streets that had so often seen in chronic Mcananas (busbar), typical of northwestern Spain:

paths are embedded in walls, punctuated by boulders and arbolotes. Sometimes ran parallel to a stream and the thing is pressed, a time when the bags hit an obstacle and I stifled almost dry:

The trip by the Vera proved to be somewhat labyrinthine, with lots of crosses, and I admit that I missed some short sections of offroad to increase slightly the average speed that day otherwise would not Alcántara.

Vera To connect with the city of Plasencia I traced a path that climbed up asphalt Piornal port, rather heavy, but with some interesting places:

This was a constant in the neighborhood on any curve topabas you with a stream, a bridge, a meadow, all very Arcadian. In contrast, the decrease of Piornal, drawn by me, passed through forests deciduous trees, all very bleak and brown:

Here at least we moved I noticed something. Later much highway until Plasencia Plasencia and after too. The link provided passing through the Ruta de la Plata, which initially had this bored look:

then became this:

On tracks I was doing very straight miles to find a solid door at the entrance to a farm that forced me to improvise a considerable detour to the height Riolobos, another good example of the trend of days: farms closed and search for alternatives, one roll. Just after Riolobos route de la Plata is encouraged: the first movie was serious, where I had to get soaked or yes, as there was no alternative.

From there I went into a zone of endless pastures where livestock grazing, limited by a myriad of fences and gates, which had to be opened and closed. The land, evergreen and moist:

Progress was steady, but the doors, the loss and the constant zigzag to avoid getting bogged down in puddles, prevented the average speed climb much:

often did not look the way it was at best a blurred trail on the grass and mud, but as the wire on both sides did not allow another path, I went ahead without much thought.

And so for many miles, where I had time to lose several times, paddling between those fields, fearful of running into a bull or a disgruntled owner.

I was dark, and I gradually progressed, closing doors, one after another, often torture. The route crossed, anecdotally, the parking lot of a local gay:

With the twilight above me and about 80 miles to go before Alcántara , I looked for a gas station to refuel and I faced the last section of asphalt a day. Rivers and swamps lined the road, and estimated road cover much of the stretch. At the turn of the last day, I discovered I could get almost all the area roads and trails, but even when they had known then, could not have done at night. I considered acabr early, and stay to sleep in Garrovillas, but being Saturday night, I found that all hotel rooms were occupied. I left the planned route and tertiary roads by dark and raging cold, I ended up in Navas del Madroño, in a seedy hostel.

- Is there room?
-Seeeh but maveirao hot water.
- (Joder!). Vale, quedoooor me.