I think I’ve found the perfect cycling route and I’m reluctant to tell anyone; I want to keep it mine...
The most venerated day in Spain. Every town has processions of penitents carrying sculptures of Jesus. Each “pasos” can weigh up to a tonne and they're carried through the streets with great solemnity.
Miracle! A bike-hire shop, open, on a Sunday, we couldn’t believe it! Cordoba, we love you!
We awoke to find Emu’s peering at us from a hill top compound. We must have bivouacked near Baena’s “roundabout zoo”.
This route would have been glorious in the sun. It wasn’t sunny. The mild chain suck that had developed on the way out from Cordoba had worsened and led to several moral sapping, fawlty-esque moments of frustrated anger and futile shaking of fists at whatever Gods were plaguing us.
The highest road accessible peak in the park, El Yelmo stands tall with its official summit at 1,809 m. Its final kilometres affording magnificent views across a vast swath of southern Spain.