Spanish trails, part dos

Day 2 brought showers of rain and cold temperatures, so we fell back on our lazy plan B to do some sight seeing. Nearby Granada proved an easy target so we checked out a lot of old buildings. Afterwards, Peter got a haircut and a shave at a Spanish baber, which was filled with old men singing and drinking brandy. Classic.


Day 3 was really day 2 of riding, we found a loop in the extremely vague guide book that "guaranteed" big views of the sea and lots of singletrack. El Chorro was threatening rain, but by the time we got near Mijas, on a big hill overlooking the sea, the sun was out and it was warming up.


After a coffee, a freshly squeezed orange juice, and some churros, we set out on the climb.


Directions were, to no one's surprise, impossible to follow, but somehow we managed to find the singletrack. The long climb led to a long and nasty singletrack climb, which led, finally, to some tasty spanish trail riding. The trail was mostly angled slightly down but traversed across the mountain, so speeds were high enough and not too technical, just technical enough to make it fun.


This ride was a figure 8 loop, and we connected 3 other bits of singletrack before the end of the day. One of which was a loose, rocky, steep-ish and technical affair. Pure joy. Peter rode tough with his 80mm fork and negative rise stem.


Finishing at the car, we had a fat spanish meal and a san miguel at the same cafe. The sun was shining and it was 18 degrees. Enough said.