Ended up last night at the cafe Swansea which seemed to have nothing to do with Swansea except for a football shirt hanging at the bar.

Today we cracked the Picos Mountains, no thanks to the construction workers who closed both of the roads to Zaramillo (one each side of the river).

We argued with them as they poured tarmac all over the road and eventually made a break for it.

One grinning Basque tried to cut us off with his digger but we slipped through the barricades and made our way into the mountains You should be looking at a picture of me outside Athletico Bilbao stadium - if you're not its because Martin may have sent it to some sort of dating agency by mistake.

I expect to get various offers by the end of the week!

On to Martin's other cock ups today (although it has to be said he coped with the mountains magnificently).

1st his cycle computer is dead (battery gone). 2nd his handlebars slipped going round a hairpin on a descent (didn't tighten them up properly).

3rd his brakes were running on the back wheel causing him to descend 5mph slower than me. 4th there is a strange fungus growing out of one of his water bottles that defies all scientific analysis - needless to say he is still drinking from it anyway.

Now we are in Miranda de Ebro - a place no tourist would ever go which is what makes it the best place to be in the whole of Espana right now - there are bars everywhere and the construction boys have dug up the main street so I fully expect Martin to fall down a hole about 2 hours from now.

Qué sera sera - today the mountains were awsome but we dragged ourselves to the top hairpin after hairpin Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device