Author: Windy Miller

This was such a fab place.  Seriously.  We never expected the Picos to be so awe inspiring.  Could put lots of mountainous photos on this but the best bet is to experience it personally.

We reached the snow line.  1600 mtrs high and snow about everywhere.  Luckily non on the road.  The Boys were not happy they couldn’t pack their ski’s on their bikes.

This is a shot somewhere in the Picos.  Caine we think.

Superb white water everywhere we looked.  Top class.

I don’t understand it – I can never look cool in bike gear.  Well, in any gear!

My first panoramic iPhone pic!  Whatever that is.

Sat Nav froze on Micks bike.  Untold pain and anguish.  Still, only teething troubles 🙂  Look who’s the techy tw@t sorting it all out while Mr Cool stands idle alongside.

There comes a time, when all good men reach a certain level of wisdom.  Studious, yet considered.  Complete, yet searching.  Wise, yet fools.

The time of our lives means we must follow a certain ethos.  This is re-enforced by the following mantra.

Never pass a pisser; Never trust a fart; and Never waste a stiffy!

 

 

So Chris said the campsite we were going to was open.  No it wasn’t.  It was full of horses instead!  Chris is no longer with us.  Thats the way it is.  Sorry.

Anyway, found another campsite 18 km back the way we came.  Good food at the bar, drank a pint of beer and drank another pint of beer.  No supermarket open anywhere so couldn’t coooke our own.  Honest.

 

Ok ok, a scenic picture.  Some house thing viewed from the ferry just as we came in to dock.  No idea who’s it is.