Arse a bit sore from hire-bike saddle. Rode around the middle of nowhere today (good views back up the Sierra Nevada), café-con-leche stop in a bar characterised by alcohol-riddled chaps playing pitch-and-toss outside with piles of notes wagered in the street.
Decent average speed thwarted by headwind for last 20 km and 3 km of tarmac that was like riding up the side of a council house (shook fillings and added insult to an already injured back door).
