more about day 28 (don quixote and us...)

Anyway, we were on the route of don Quixote...
...the tunnels through the mountains, while being welcome since they made the way nice and flat, were also long and dark (no lighting installed yet - they are a throwback to the time of Cervantes), with bats that rustled and swooped over our heads.
The path went steadily uphill until we were as high as the wind turbines! We camped at a high village in a campsite full of ravenous skinny cats who stared at us hungrilly as we ate our feast of a dinner.
Claire slobbed out while Matt played with the bikes - all three prefered to be on their backs (more relaxing).