I made an early start as usual but the bar was open and I had toast and coffee before I left. This day involved another fifty kilometers in rainy weather but the rain really isn’t any trouble, but the clay is. The surface on the forest roads is made up of very fine-grained sand and when it rains it immediately sticks to your boots rapidly building layers of mud that soon is several centimeters thick and impossible to walk on.

You are forced to stop every fifty meters or so and try to scrape the mud off the soles of your boots, and that is just as easy as removing dog-shit from there, very annoying I can tell you!

I reached Calasparra in a beautiful evening sun and rented an apartment for the night that to my joy was fully equipped with washing machine and all. I really needed to wash my clothes.

In the evening I had a fantastically tasty rabo de toro, bulls tail, that melted in the mouth.