Biking & Baking in Las Alpujarras

Due to poor weather forecasts we decided to do a low level 'stroll' yesterday (not Veleta and El Caballo), to Busquistar, Notaez, Castaras and back to Busquistar and home.  What was planned as a lightweight walk turned into a 13 hour penance, as first my left knee conked out (downhill to Notaez, one ligament stretch too many), then Steve's (cheap) boots and socks began to fail (blisters on both feet) and our water supplies ran low.  Thank goodness for the saving graces of Ibruprofen, gaffer tape, a walking pole and the lovely, cooling and potable fountain in Notaez.  And the fantastic horned Ibex we watched, leaping across the pathway at close proximity.

By the time we got home (down the escarihuela, oh the agony), we had managed to drink several beers and felt a bit better.  Today we are just 2 old crocks, limping around and groaning.  We did manage tostadas in Pitres however, courtesy of Paco's wife, for our breakfast.   I'm not sure that we'll manage our last-minute Olympic training regime, we may have to hand over the baton to other, younger athletes and just watch it on the screen...I'm sure Usain will be glad not to have to compete with Steve in the 100m and I will give all my support to Jessica in the Pentathlon...