Hello all of you,
On leaving Andalucia I cross one of the loneliest regions
of Spain. Travelling from Cordoba to Toledo (322km) in two
days means cycling through endless scenery till sunset.
On a hill in the distance I can see some windmills. We are
of course in Castilla La Mancha. Thats where Don Quichote,
the lonely cavalier, wandered around on horseback (lucky fellow
that was of course a long time before bikes had a puncture!).
Taking a break in the middle of a small village market place
I see that the local school is out. The children gather together
and I have to answer the most versified questions. My knowledge
of Spanish only permits me to tell them what my name is and
where I come from. The most adventurous one risks a cautious
glance in the direction of my bicycle, but as soon as I take
one step forward the children disperse and run towards their
homes.
They definitely are scared about that unfamiliar foreign cyclist.
After the monotonous panoramas of the last few days Toledo
is a complete surprise: the historical centre lies shining
on a hill above the Taag. The day after I take a day off.
I leave my bicycle on the camping site and take the bus for
a citytrip to Madrid.
Taking the obligatory snapshots I feel like just another ordinary
tourist carrying nothing more than a camera.
Back in Toledo I continue exercising my photographic skills
and even consider for a while to become a professional photographer!
Still, Id better wait for the result of my "Toledo
by night" shots!
Most of the evenings I get invited for a drink and a chat.
A Gin tonic means my hosts must be British, a beer, surely
some Belgians and a " zju dranzje "
right
. they are Dutch, and as the Dutch say
Doei ! !
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