Candy Cranks

In the first few weeks of riding I am feeling that cycle touring is a lot like giving birth in that you forget just how painful it is. Also, in my case, both result in hospitalisation. Above is an “artists” rendition of me in the emergency department of the hospital in Olot. I apologise for the quality – but the steep prices of internet cafes restrict me from photoshopping / proof reading. At the time I did not have the where with all to take a photograph – so the drawing will have to do.

Yes Spain is hilly, and yes my desire to ride around it was driven by the allure of cheap things other than they Pyranees. I can´t help but wonder if I have bitten off more than I  can chew.

Other obscenely fit cycle tourists that I have met so far make comparisions between climbing hills and some type of meditation- claiming that all you need is the right psyche. “You need to have strength here” one said while pointing to my head. That´s a relief because I certainly don’t have it in my legs.