Day 3 - Wriggling through the Picos

Tuesday 12th July 2016

This far west, and on euro time, the sun doesn't come up much before 7am. We make coffee and pack the gear, then collect bread, croissants and eggs from the camp shop when it opens. We are on the road at 10am.

 

Luarca bay from the campsite

Today is a mountain bimble day. We head south into the mountains and then follow a winding route up and down the Picos heights, wriggling around the amazing roads, in an overall easterly direction.


Lovely roads in the Picos de Europa
This is technical riding at its best. It's a challenge and pretty tiring hauling the big old K around the switchback roads. But there is virtually no traffic here in the heart of the Picos range and the road surfaces are, in the main, quite excellent.

We stop for coffee at the inappropriately named Casa El Terrible. As always in Spain the coffee is excellent (and cheap - please note England).



coffee stop at the terrible cafe




We total 200 miles from 10am to 6.30pm and end the day at Riano, at a beautiful campsite high on the hillside overlooking the lake below.



Where are we?


We cross 3 or 4 high passes, the biggest takes us to over 1700 metres. The roads are mostly very good with a few rutted and crumbling stretches. I think we see no more than 4 other bikers all day.

Picos overlook

At one point we are held up for 20 minutes while a JCB digs a deep hole in the road and fills a tipper truck, blocking the entire width of the road.

The last section down to Riano is a very fast sweeper and the evening sun is shining bright over the lake as we come to Camping Riano. It is a neat and well-run site overlooking the lake and town. There is a bar-restaurant so no need to wander in search of food.
  
The view from Camping Riano

We are all pretty tired after the long ride so after a supper of salad and various fried bits of pig we are in the sleeping bags early. We are over 1000 metres above sea level here and the air is sharp and cold after the sun goes down behind the mountain.

Not a time for sitting up late in the cool of the night.


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