December 5, 2019
Mojácar
We really like our hotel in Agua Amarga, save for one thing: breakfast won’t start until 8:45. Rachael is chafing pretty badly about the long wait, but all is forgiven when we sit down to one of the best breakfasts of the tour. She’s especially thrilled by the combination of scrambled eggs and carrot cake, and will still be raving about it this evening. Arrow cake and eggs - her new power breakfast.
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We have another short ride today - only 20 miles - and over breakfast we discuss plans for the day. We’ll surely knock off those 20 miles quickly and even with our late start reach Mojácar by early afternoon. I’m thinking we’ll take a walk down to the beach (we’ll be staying up in the historical village, Mojácar Pueblo, rather than down by the sea at Mojácar Playa), but Rocky thinks she’ll want to stay on the bike and add some miles out in the country somewhere.
Holding that thought, we leave town and immediately start climbing up the neck of the headland east of town, the one that features the ore terminal sprawled along the top. After that we drop down into the coastal town of Carboneras, stop at a store to pick up lunch, and not long afterwards find ourselves climbing once more as we cross the neck of our second headland of the day.
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Briefly dropping to the sea again, we pull up short to watch in amazement at the waves crashing against the shore and throwing up spray twenty feet into the air.
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From this beach we look East and up at the main climb of the day - the fantastic, twisting road to the saddle of a huge headland. From below it looks incredible and just seems more so as we climb, following its contorted profile as it bends around hilltops, cantilevers out over open space. An amazing ascent.
And a frightening one. It is quite windy again today, with gusting winds that are constantly shifting as the road changes direction or doubles back on itself. To the right is a sheer drop off - absolutely sheer in the stretches where we’re biking across open space. It’s a narrow, winding road, and there’s not much traffic - but enough to be disturbing since you don’t want to get anywhere near that right edge. At one point I catch up to Rachael, stopped dead recovering her composure by the side of the road after a short, fast downhill that particularly tested her nerves.
And, a very popular ride with the the bikers. Several zip down going the other way, several others labor up in our direction. Our town for the night, Mojácar, is used as a base for winter training camps. At the summit of this climb we chat with a quartet riding together - an American, from Atlanta; two Italians; and a Spaniard.
And, while we’re on the subject, Almeria as a whole is an important cycling region at this time of year. Yesterday we passed seven other fully loaded touring cyclists - two couples and three single men - biking the other direction.
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Video sound track: Mas es Amar, by Enrique Eglesias
It’s amazing how much riding you can get in just a 20 mile ride, if they’re the right 20 miles. We’re feeling pretty tired when we turn away from the coast and start the short climb to Mojácar Pueblo - about 500 feet in roughly a mile and a half. It unfortunately starts out at a modest grade, meaning that there is real pain around the corner.
When Mojácar finally does appear around the corner, it takes your breath away at first. It’s an amazing sight, the whitewashed town completely blanketing its conical hill. What little breath remains goes out the door when the real work arrives, and we both quickly give it up to dismount and push the agonizingly steep final quarter mile into the city and to our hotel, which sits right on top.
Thank you, chief navigator, for finding us a room up here on top rather than down on the coast!
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We check in to our hotel, a lovely spot that we’ll say more about later (we’ll be here two nights). Our room has a dynamite view facing on the mountains. It’s mid afternoon already, and oddly enough Rachael isn’t interested in any more biking for the day. We spend the remaining hours of the day instead on a seven mile loop walk down to the sea and back again. My knees give thanks for the chance to walk off this super steep hill, and again for the chance to climb back up again. More ibuprofen, s'il vous plait!
For dinner we take a short walk across the plaza (about 50 feet) to another Moroccan restaurant where we enjoy what seems like the perfect meal for the end of a chilly winter evening: steaming bowls of tagine.
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Ride stats today: 20 miles, 2,200’; for the tour: 2,191 miles, 88,400’
Today's ride: 20 miles (32 km)
Total: 2,191 miles (3,526 km)
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