Apparently there was a two day fiesta in Cuenca so all the supermarkets were shut. I didn’t see much of a fiesta but I certainly couldn’t find any supermarkets that were open. Instead, all these little Chinese owned bazars were open selling all what I needed at inflated prices.
It was a chilly morning and didn’t really warm up until the late afternoon. Out of Cuenca there are two roads to Turuel. A north road that has many climbs, or a south road that climbs for longer but has a steep downhill towards the end. I chose the latter and think I picked the best route.
The road was really quiet. I went through some beautiful gorges where a river flowed south and the hills were covered in a blanket of trees.
Once reaching the peak I descended quickly, a fantastic downhill on an almost straight road. With a strong headwind I still got a pretty good pace, although the wind was so strong at times I’m surprised I still have any clothes left on my back.
I then climbed out of yet another pretty gorge where the farmers had made good use of the river and filtered off channels around there land for irrigation.
One last climb into Turuel and I had arrived. I was staying at a small Hostel just outside the centre.
Pictures to follow…