Riding along the motorway this morning, I noticed some clouds on the horizon. I had just donned my sunglasses and couldn't ascertain the level of threat. An apocalyptic fog rose from the horizon within the space of ten minutes. The sky turned from blue to grey and visibility was reduced to one hundred meters. Not too bad, but the speed at which it took over was incredible. My destination for fuel and WiFi was a 30-mile stretch, so I endured it.
The number of pig farms out here is vast. I saw more in North Spain. Here's an example.
Detoured through a sleepy village called Pozuelo. Saw one person and a replica well!
Stopped of in a small town called San Pedro for lunch. To my surprise, they had free WiFi for 15 minutes. I ate lunch in a very tranquil square with a fountain, which wasn't operational. I was sat underneath an almond tree. I knew it was almond because at Christmas the family would buy a bag of nuts in shells, so I instantly recognised the almond shells strewn across the floor. Watching the world go by, I saw a farmer chugging on a fat cigar whilst trundling along in his tractor. What a life!
Rode another great route today. The N-322 running south west out of Albacete for about 20-30 miles.
After midday, I replenished my water supply from a river. I use a water purification device to fill a reservoir then use the reservoir to fill up my bottles and hydration pack. The sun was hot, so the hat protected my carefully styled bald patch!
I headed towards Segura y Las Villas natural park as there was a cheap camp site considering the facilities on offer. I was 20 miles away and could the see route would take me in between hills towards clouds that were shedding weight. Instead, I motored on and stumbled upon Rio Guadalmena. The river has a dam to generate electricity. The scenery was phenomenal. Looking over the barrier and down from the dryer side of the dam, the drop made my body slightly withdraw from the barrier. I'm not scared of heights, but I wasn't expecting it! There were several fisherman at the waters edge and a family exploring the area. I'm sure I could smell the sap from the trees in the dry, arid heat.
Once I had found a spot to camp, I maneuvered my bike into position for the night and that's when it happened again. I dropped it! It was on a slight hill and I hadn't anticipated the sudden stop and longer reach to the ground. At least, that's what I think happened as these things happen so quick. On this occasion, I couldn't pick it up! The slight incline made it impossible for me to work against. I took off one pannier of about 15 Kg and lifted the bike. Relief!
Whilst eating dinner, I noticed at least six wasps around me. I checked the area before setting up camp, and all looked fine, but I wonder if there is a wasp next near by.
Speaking of dinner, the fuel lever on my duel fuel stove was slightly out of position. Dropping the bike was a likely cause. I erred on the side of caution and had a sandwich. I'll try the stove when in a safer environment. I need to consider how essential this is. I only use it for one evening meal and no hot drink in the morning. I'll sleep on it.