We've been in some rural and mountainous areas so no wifi or blog for the last few days. However it's still all fresh in the mind. Friday 13th was the day I nearly gave up and caught a taxi halfway through. It was so hot and the pic is one of me for a moment in the shade. It was 26 kms and hotter than hot from 9 am. You can tell you are in trouble when you've drunk a litre of water and three cans of Fanta and still don't want to go for a pee. So I decided to ring for a taxi at 1 pm but then got worried about Roger finding his way alone to the casa rural where we were staying. Those of.you who know the famous Abbott sense of direction will understand. So fortified by more Fanta and frequent rests we carried on. Our route was along the River Valcarce which looked cool and tempting which didn't really help. It took us 8 hours to reach the village where we were staying and then couldn't find the hotel but luckily found another witha bar where we sat to watch the Spain v Holland match. Enough said.....Spain seems to be in mourning but wasn't Van Persie 's flying header a wonder?i am determined to get up early tomorrow in order to avoid the heat of the day as it is at least 5 miles of steep uphill.