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No cycling stats today tho I did go for a ride..it just wasn't a long enough to warrant writing it all down.

Coming out of Teruel I dropped down a little into the orange/pink and yellow plains that I had seen yesterday. Now these really were plains..flat as a pancake plains, the road reaching out into the distance past the coloured fields. Then turning to the left starting a gradual climb through gorge which had bare yellow rocks one side and trees and the stream below the other. The rocks were cool..literally as they blocked the sun keeping it at a very nippy 18°. They also seemed to be peppered with holes which I soon worked out was where people were/had been living in them.

The wiggly road continued gradually up until turning one corner revealed a huge section of castle wall on the coming hill. This was the start of Albarracin. Originally I was just going to fly through Albarracin and continue on to Cuenca but I happened upon a picture of the town and was blown away by it, so changing my plans to make sure that I had time to stop and explore. It's not all about the cycling you know ;).

I am not sure where or how to start describing Albarracin as no matter what I say I will not be able to do it justice. It is a timeless place that seems to sit outside all the worldly goings on..even those in the new town just below. The old town is set up on a rocky outcrop setting it above the valley floor. To one side you have the fortress walls perched on and up the hill. Then you have to maze of a town itself with small paths between the stone buildings that are as rickety and quirky as they are cool. The cathedral stands out of this with its tower with striking tiles or blue, green white and yellow. And then up beyond this is the castle itself. The whole town of course with and orange hue.

The first thing I did after dropping my stuff off was to of course go up the hill following the muralles (fortress walls) to see the fantastic views back down across the town and over the valley. The Spanish seem to have very little concept of health and safety..at least not compared to our ocd standards..and here as I have seen elsewhere, you could climb the stairs up the walls and go along the walkway. A walkway a good couple of metres high with no banister or railings or anything from stopping you dropping off. Not sure what that says about the Spanish or about me that I wouldn't go anywhere near it.

The rest of the day was spent exploring the town, sleeping and watching two GC guys lose their Vuelta. And eating. Lots. It's been quite difficult to eat enough recently as the heat just takes away your appetite and when you can eat the last thing you want is carbs. Here it is cooler in the buildings at least so hopefully I can restock for tomorrows big ride.

Posted by louisebenn 10:21 Archived in Spain

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