October 5, 2019
To Zamora, one way
Rachael chafes a bit this morning at how late breakfast is at our B&B: 8:30 is the earliest it is served. Liking to get her morning coffee percolating through her system as soon as possible, she planned ahead by going to a cafe and ordering a coffee to go last night and brought it to the room to self-administer this morning when she wakes.
For myself, I don’t mind the late breakfast so much. It’s chilly out in the morning anyway, sunrise isn’t until about 8:30, we have an easy ride ahead today, so what’s the rush?
We’re in the dining room at 8:30 sharp, but it’s a dark, lifeless place when we enter. Dead silence. Five minutes later there’s still nothing, and Rachael starts slipping into her food-panic mode, imagining worst case scenarios. I talk her down off the wall a bit, suggesting we give our host just a few more minutes. Soon enough she enters the room, greets us and smiles a bit quizzically, seeming bemused that we’re here already.
Then she looks up at the clock on the wall, and her eyes widen. She looks shocked by the time, then quickly apologizes and dashes off saying it will be just ten minutes. No problemo. Things happen.
No, I don’t mind a late breakfast. What I mind is a meager breakfast. This morning we both get our unlikes, and start the day off a bit out of sorts.
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Today’s ride to Zamora has a very similar profile to yesterday’s: 43 flattish miles, with maybe 1,000’ of climbing. No hills or steep grades of note, nothing to work up a sweat over. It’s cold enough that we linger around the room until the last minute, finally leaving not long before noon.
When we do start off, it’s uniformly grey outside, dampish, and still below 60. Riding out of town, we make a noisy pair as we wheeze, hack and cough our way down the road. Curse these colds!
We bike past a few miles of corn fields and small wood lots and then come to the first sight of real interest for the day: a restored section of the ancient bridge crossing the Esla. It’s quite attractive, and would be even more so with a bit of sun on it, but that’s not happening at the moment.
A few miles more and we converge with the N-130, the minor national highway connecting Benavente and Zamora. We’ll ride it for the entire reminder of today’s stage.
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Spending all day on a national highway wasn’t actually the plan we set out with today. I had mapped us onto a bike route that angles off from the highway to the east, but when we arrive at its turnoff and see that its unpaved, we think again. Looking at our map again we see that it’s unpaved for most of the next 30 miles. With the N-130 carrying very little traffic and having a broad shoulder, we don’t struggle with what to do here. It’s my way or the highway honey, but happily they’re both the same way today.
Actually, the N-130 proves to be a great ride, and follows the Silver Way all the way to Zamora. For a highway, it carries an astonishingly low traffic volume. For the next two hours we pass bike travelers working their way north, perhaps a dozen or two of them. Not many, but more than the number of cars we’ll see. It’s amazing - a thirty foot wide bike path.
Still though, we could be happier. Our coughs are with us, Rachael feels a bit nauseous (I blame our meager breakfasts), and it’s still chilly. If only the sun would break through and brighten the day a bit!
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About ten minutes later, the sun breaks through and brightens the day a bit; and then brightens it a lot. It’s almost shocking - one minute the sky is a monochrome grey from one horizon to the other; and ten minutes later, it’s blue. I don’t recall ever seeing one clear as abruptly.
And, almost as abruptly, the Team Anderson mood shifts. We warm up, sinuses start drying out, coughing tapers off, and we look around to see that we’re in the middle of another beautiful, vibrant landscape full of quiet delights. A splendid ride, which ends when we pull into our riverside hotel in Zamora at around four.
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Video sound track: No Puede Mas Sin Ti (I’m your man), by Enrique Eglesias
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We raised sheep for many years, and they would never, never stick with us in a field, as shown here. The man must at least have some grain in his bag.
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Zamora immediately reveals itself as a special place, as we knew it would be from the guidebook description. We’re here for just one night, but don’t feel the urge to rush out and explore it because we’ll be back. Tomorrow we leave for a two night side trip to nearby Toro and then will return here for another two nights.
We decide to save our sight-seeing for when we return. Rachael heads off to the store to pick up tomorrow’s lunch (tomorrow being Sunday, she’s planning ahead) while I take the iPad down to the hotel’s bar to cull through the day’s photos and catch up on the journal, enjoying a small beer with Brahms’ First Symphony softly playing in the background. Very relaxing, and I love this symphony. It takes awhile for it to register that the hotel has only a single piece on its sound track, and by morning’s breakfast I’m ready to move on to a different symphony after hearing it for the third or fourth time.
At seven, we leave the single opus concert hall and work our way up to the historical center in search of a meal, following the well-marked Camino route. First though, we stop to admire the fantastic Puente de Peidra, the sixteen arched foot bridge spanning the Douro. Built in 1167, it is truly spectacular and obviously worth more time than the pass-by we allow this evening. We’ll be biking across it when we return to town, and will slow down for a closer look then.
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Walking through the old city, we pass one splendid sight after the other. It’s too late in the day and too shaded for any decent photography, so we’ll show you the town in a few days when the lighting is better. Instead, we’ll show you what feels like the most thrilling sight so far of a tour that’s been chock full of thrilling sights already.
It’s the storks. I’m shocked when I look up at the roofline of the cathedral and see perhaps a dozen of them lined up there. As we watch transfixed, others fly in, some fly off, soar above our heads for a bit and then return. Zooming in on them with the camera, I can see their long feathers blowing in the wind, their beaks clapping like castanets, their feet slipping as they struggle to keep their footing on the sloped tile roof. And the sound! Their primary sound is created by the rapid clapping together of their huge beaks, and it’s well audible far below at street level. I’ve seen it described as the sound of machine gun fire in the distance, and that about captures it.
There must have been thirty or more on the cathedral roof by the time they’re all settled in for the night. Walking through town, we see and hear more of them - they’re scattered throughout the center, high atop the most prominent buildings.
When we were in western Spain and Portugal the last time, we saw one or two storks here and there, but not many. I had no idea that they congregated like this. This is an important breeding region for white storks, but most of them fly south to Africa for the winter. We're a bit earlier in the season this year, and maybe we’re seeing them congregate just before they head south. It’s all beyond thrilling - it’s a reason for a journey.
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We'll .. at least they're sitting together.
I wonder if they're checking each other's Facebook posts?
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Ride stats today: 43 miles, 1,100’; for the tour: 383 miles, 19,100’
Today's ride: 43 miles (69 km)
Total: 385 miles (620 km)
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