After a rest day in a hostel, I was clean, my clothes were clean, my towel was clean, and my tent was 100% dry. A novel start to the day! I said goodbye to my green friend on the window sill, paid up, and departed.
I stopped for lunch in a tiny village off the main road. I sat in what I think is the village center, which contained a drinking fountain, some seats, and not much else. I said "Hola, buenos dias" to everyone who passed. This set myself up for a bit of gaff as two responded with a few sentences of Spanish, and I couldn't interact further as I only know a few words. Very frustrating, and somewhat embarrassing. In France, I got by with what little I knew.
The aim of today was to visit a natural park in South Navarra of Spain called Bardenas Reales. It's a small desert with some tracks and roads that were really good fun to ride.
I headed into Bardenas Reales from the North near Figarol.
The terrain was a dirt and stone track that initially passed alongside farmers' fields. This soon opened up to open land and hills with intriguing formations. There is a piece of art called called Pastor Bardenero.
The hills were worn away from the water and were left with very striking shapes.
At the side of the track, it was possible to see up close how the rain had eroded the ground.
The most interesting example was a small piece of stone precariously perched on top of softer ground that was eroding.
Whilst parked up and wondering around on foot, a 2011 KTM 990 pulled up next to me. Laurent was a French chap who very kindly spoke English! We chatted about our bikes and travel plans. It was great to have a conversation with someone where I understood everything that was said!
The routes through the park are well controlled and there are cycle tracks that are not for motor vehicles. I also saw two park rangers on dual sport bikes whizz up the track, so definitely no camping here!
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