Del Norte al Sur: Tarifa or bust

The last day started with a piece de resistance of chaos, Evan's bike was left at the previous night's hotel. The good news was that it is a hire bike, the bad news was that his saddle and pedals were attached to it and there was no spare bike. One of the guides had to relinquish his bike and the long day of biking became increasingly complicated with regrouping.

However, the first 25 miles were biking at its best, beautiful, undulating and not too hot.

At the coffee stop there was a stunning view of Gibraltar and even better, yummy cake.

As a wise man once said, however you feel now on a bike will soon change. After a fabulous morning of happy bunny biking, a long flat stretch gave me too much time to get increasingly grumpy about having to go back to work, teaching the next 5 Saturdays and the added disincentive of an insultingly crap pay rise.

Ho hum, I gave myself a good talking to and the hills soon gave me some painful effort to concentrate on.

The regrouping faffing continued and unfortunately the traffic increased as we got closer to the coast. One of the best aspects of this trip has been the beautifully empty roads so cars are an unwelcome return to normality!

The last but one regroup was at a mirador with an incredible view of the African mountains and a delicious cornetto (yes food again!)