After many detours caused by roadworks I found a way out of town heading north. 6km out is a waterbody that I think is a Roman reservoir. An early morning swim was surprisingly warm and with outside public showers it couldn’t have been better.
I met my three cyclists again at Aljucén for breakfast. I understand I am the talk on the Camino, the Jersey man cruising north like lightning on his crazy wheels - great.
Still olive trees and vines but the landscape is definitely getting hillier. I think the route gains about 250m and we are now at altitude 480m.
Alcuécar has a pretty old centre built on a hill. I imagine it to be similar to those beautiful Tuscan hill-top villages but with less attractive urban edges. The albergue is the classic big old ex-monastery or convent that runs on a donation only basis without a set cost. It’s minimal but everything you need. I think I’m the only guest.
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