30st March 2002 - 19.27 GMT

Back to the roots - Part 3

6st day - 1st March 2002

Camp6 - Stª Ollala del Cala - Arroyomolinos - Fregenal de la Sierra - Encinasola - Camp7 near Barrancos

Open spaces

Never go to Stª Ollala, these people will ripe you off ! "Why", do you ask ? I found there a super market, bought water, a yogurt and some biscuits and without asking the girl at the cashier put it all into a plastic bag. I thought, I don't need the bag to carry the stuff, but it might come in handy for garbage or something. Later I checked out the bill and to my annoyance I realized, that I paid for the damn bag !!! 0,03   went to hell.
Hehe, just kidding.

Open spaces

I was glad to leave the heavy traffic behind and soon was back into the quiet mood. The day, gray, windy and cold, had not much to offer. During a pause I laid rusty cans on the road and watched the few, passing cars slam them. In Arroyomolinos, during a rather steep climb, local kids embarrassed me shouting out "Telepizza".
So the day passed by, I got closer to the border and I thought: " Tonight is the last camp, I want it nice. So I better look for one, before I cross the border. Because in Spain the road was all new (means: nice, new sewers) and in Portugal probably not."
And that's what I did. Finished early, had a nice dinner and a great night.

Open spaces

Barrancos sewer camp

7st day - 2nd Mar

Camp7 near Barrancos - Amareleja - to Pick up point near Granja

What a great camp and what a great morning: sun shining, no noise at all, birds singing in the woods. I spent more than a liter of water to do some basic washing and change my clothes, an important tactic in urban survival. Shortly after I reentered Portugal, got some more water at a picnic area at the entrance of Barrancos and kept on biking a bit dismotivated. This changed dramatically with the appearance of a tractor. It always made me uncomfortable to be followed by something with +/- my speed, independent if it's a truck, a motorbike or another biker. I accelerated to keep the guy at bay and it got pretty serious in all this ups and downs. As the tractor was going with constant speed he closed in on the way up, but couldn't follow on the downhill. Fortunately he later disappeared in some fields, I couldn't have taken it much longer. Ros called telling me, that she was arriving and soon after the bike was stuffed in the compartment of our car. And the trip was over.

Barrancos sewer view

Together again

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