Blimey, pooped. 125 k. That's all. Span down the highway towards Motril and turned offjust before I fell into the sea. 38 minutes later was at the top of the...
Day 9 - off relatively early towards Granada. Turned off a while before getting there and headed up into the countryside. Past the sound of shooting and keep on climbing....
Before we go any further we must announce that this ride is sponsored by the stoats of the doldrums, or maybe that's too local a reference... or maybe it's not...