Another day on the plains. That immense tailwind was slightly off today, hitting pretty hard from the side. Jaime and I rode together, with an implicit understanding that I would split off at some point. But the wind… we chugged along for hours, never quite struggling, but always pushing. We continued to follow the Camino, though I will admit that the smooth highway is gaining appeal to me, as I look on it from the rocky path.
The remains of a monastery from 1099 AD
We were stopped at a grocery store and I decided to check the bolts on my racks. Ah, one is loose on the back, I think, and pull out my multitool. For being loose, it sure was tight…I torked it a bit and snapped the head of the bolt right off. Great- it wasn’t loose, the head was just shearing, which in itself is a bit unnerving. The threaded part is stuck in there for now, a pair of pliers ought to get it out, but I do not have any. What I do have are a handful of huge zipties. I push the rack onto the jutting threads of thw bolt and ziptie the rack tight with two of these monsters, and I am good to go! I bumped along the rest of the day without incident.
It was very cold today, the wind icy, which you can tell from the gloved fingers in my pictures- couldn’t be bothered to remove them. It snowed last night, in fact, but we awoke to sunshine. We hit a stretch of well groomed gravel that passed through rolling farmland for a long time. Longer, in fact, than either of us expected. It is getting later in the day, colder, and we are both tired. Well, one more night together! We roll into a town that is more a Somewhere than the place we stayed last night and roll up to the hostal. There are only rooms, and they are 28 euros! Thankfully, we split the price. Alone, the price would jave driven either of us to the next town! So, I went a little shorter today again, and Jaime went a little longer. The company is welcome, and it will be difficult to part ways, but I must get to Burgos tomorrow, if possible. Must I, though?
I am somewhat sure that I will miss my Russian visa. Not the end of the world, right? I lose a couple hundred dollars, but it is well worth the price not to worry about it. I cannot extend the visa, however. Also, I cannot apply for another one for 12 months, I am told. Well. A decision is a long way off. Perhaps I will take the ferry across the Caspian after all, for it seems my way will be barred to North and South. Or perhaps I will arrive late on my visa and take a train to Astrakhan, thereby seeing Russia and riding Kazkhstan. We will see. I am told Kazakhstan is a dreadfully dull, awfully hot ride- another tip from the well-travelled Antony. Ah well. The sun is out, I feel good. Que cera, cera.