Summer 2009 was gettings closer, at last, and Vero the second of July wrote in her diary “Uuufs! I thought this day never was going to arrive, has been a full horrible year of classes, works, job, subjects, problems,… and finally here we are camped, this time without tent” And thus it was, for this trip that they undertook, did not take neither tent nor huge bag in the back, these had been replaced by bivouac and bicycles with saddlebags.
The winter of 2009, as Vero wrote in its diary, had not been easy and in addition Luis had suffered a spectacular accident, that although it allowed him to realise this trip by the skin of he´s teeth, since the time of rehabilitation it had to fulfill, did not let to him get fit how it came being. Nevertheless they did not resign, although many days they finished exhausted.
This year is the one that less free days they had to enjoy so a very distant destiny was not able to. With an average of 70 km per day, Luis and Vero arrived at Gijon from the their house door, sleeping in the churches porches, since the North Spain churches have large porches they used as protection for the wind, the rain and the fresh air that is supposed by that zone.
The worst night… the one thay decided to lie down and sleep in the entrance of a lucerne field ready to gather. That one night, approximately a million assassins mosquitoes attacked our two protagonists, who threatened by all those insects remained within the bivy bag full closed and just opened a very small gap to breathe. They felt like prey of hungry ferocious animals. Come on!!Laugh aloud!!; the result was 125 bites in Luis, having Vero better luck. From there, in Olite, they took control of non-mosquitoes with preparation to go to the Amazon.
The fact is that in the trips, Luis and Vero decide to go to a place, but in the end, almost always something in the way surprise them more than the own destiny. In this case, for these two travel biker novices, the hidden ports of very secondary roads in the Basque Country, were as painful as rewarding since certainly in his memories they will be the green landscapes covered by dense fog that hid the inhabitants animals, in recondite roads and heights in which it is very far the civilization noise.
As it is reflected in the attack diary that they took, they were enchanted with the landscapes, the villages, the milk that bought every day,…. The certain thing is they did not need to take too much food in provisions since in this trip wasn´t one day in which they will not pass through some inhabited place where to be able to obtain foods.
Cabarceno in bike was another one of the very wonderful things of the trip, and in Castro Urdiales where they arrive at the beach by its own foot also was another sensation to remember, with the bike full of sand, after having gone up and gone down what seemed to Vero thousand ports.
The worst sensation that Luis and Vero took of this trip like this, was that almost never you could sleep absolutely calm, since they were in the street where everybody can see you and your security depends on their good will.
The coming back home of these two cyclists, took place a little to the south, by Leon, Palencia, Aguilar del Campo, Reinosa… where they ate ice cream to palliate the heat and amiable people asked to them if they needed water or some other thing.
After 16 days, it was hour to return to house, their short vacations without stopping cycling had been finished and in Miranda de Ebro they took a train that give them a lift home.
