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 Hi, If you are new to the blog and you want to read my story from the beginning then please go to the bottom of this page and click on "more posts". Keep doing this until you reach the beginning, approx 8th August, and then use the browser back button to go forward in time again. A bit clumsy, but I haven't yet discovered another way of doing it.

Granada to Motril

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Th ese patterns in the pavement were on the doorstep of the hostel I stayed at in Granada. It took an old fellah just a day to do this one, with the help of his young apprentice. He doesn't work from any design sheet or use any kind of measuring instruments but carries all the designs in his head. A true artist if  ever I knew one! Th e blog gets more difficult to write the more I have to sort out what subjectively interests me and what is appropriate or expected for a cyclists travel blog. I've had some challenging personal experiences to do with loss and self esteem during the last few days and I'm not sure how much soul baring is healthy. I've had a brief chat with Scott from the CW Farm, who is becoming something like a mentor for me on this trip, about some of my experiences, and I don't think he'll mind me sharing here that one of the comments he made was that I'm not doing the Tour de France ! So  with that in mind I'll attempt to convey some of t

From Castillejar to Granada

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 On my way south again Jenny and Al directed me to a quiet cross country route that by passed the main towns. The weather was very sunny and it was heavenly to get back on the bike again in such tranquil conditions. Just outside Baza I picked up another Via Verde trail, the old railway line between Baza and Guadix.  As I mentioned on an earlier page of the blog I've visited this area about seven times before and it's always very emotional when I leave. Whichever way you go it seems there's a quite specific moment when you leave the Altiplano. Maybe because it's more or less surrounded by mountains, and when you look down on it from above as well as being able to identify many of its features, there's also a strong sense of its "genius locii" or essential nature as a place. Here's one of my last glances backwards towards La Sagra, the mountain which dominated my view of the Altiplano, in the far north and at the centre of the background. To get some ide

Castillejar

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 This is one view of the town of Castillejar. It's like a huge wedding cake with at least five levels of caves, maybe even seven or eight in places, piled up on top of each other. You could say it's perched on a hill, but it's more like a monolith, Ayers Rock kind of thing, because it stands on its own with pretty much sheer sides, straight out of the ground. Probably it attained that form because it's at the confluence of two rivers which have over the centuries stripped away the slopes.  Among the complex network of roads and pavements chimneys emerge at random through the ground. There's very little privacy in this town for if you are inclined to linger close by these chimneys, you will hear the conversations going on in the dwellings below! Historically there was little regulation of cave construction, and if somebody needed an extra room it was simply a case of digging back further into the hillside to create one. But following a number of collapses planning pe

Into Andalucía

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 The museum at Barranda did not disappoint and luckily I timed my visit with a tour in which the guide played quite a few of the instruments. Traditional instruments from all over the world. The building was purpose built and the acoustics were excellent, such that listening to the sound vibrations was a whole body experience and left me feeling quite tingly. The guide explained that the reason that the town of Barranda was chosen for the site of the museum was because of the annual traditional music festival that is held there in the last weekend of January, called "Las Cuadrillos". The museum's website is also excellent and has several fascinating videos. http://museomusicaetnica.com/ There were still a few hours of daylight left after I left, so I continued cycling through Singla to La Almudena where there was a hostel marked on Google maps. My plan was to avoid the main highways to Castillejar, and as many mountains as possible, although in Spain they are never far aw

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La Vía Verde de la Noroeste

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Next morning the pilgrims trail took me to Mula, an exciting town which is overlooked and dominated by the Castillo de los Vélez, a fortress built in the 16th century by a Spanish Marquis in order to subjugate the people of the area.  It was built on the site of a smaller Moorish fort that is known to have been in existence during the 12th century. The site has been uninhabited and disused for at least 10 years and there are currently efforts being made to prevent it falling into complete disrepair.  It's difficult to explain why I found the town so attractive, maybe because of its mixture of old and new, East and West, North and South. It really felt like a melting pot. This mural appeared on a wall at the edge of town.  Maybe two hundred yards away in a small housing estate I encountered two aged shepherds watching over a flock of sheep that were grazing in this suburban setting. They wished me good day and safe journey and I almost turned back to take a photograph of them with t