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Al trouble, time passes and I still have many chronic tergivensante too long in the memory, and that's when they start to deform, since the passage of time makes the Chronicle take a form different from the original fresh and I think that the news must be fresh to be true to his own style.


Al mess, said there was a suicide bridge in the river Jarama. Had no eggs or logic to cross and had no time to turn around, the night was in a hurry. All were referred to shelters throughout the day were long gone.

So we had to stay overnight in the open. I can say that I slept only in the mountains, it is not an easy experience. I think it's easier to sleep alone in the Himalayas in the bush around here more than anything because it is expected.


When you're alone, it is night and you're in the field for the mind goes to work. And when he rolls up his mind and gives the wheel as often to think negative things than positive. And when they enter the funk. My main obsession was not seen or heard, not by people or by animals (I can go, but the aliens or the paranormal do not think). My main concerns were that I saw a ranger, a wounded boar or wild boar with their young mother pushed me to jump into the river or Matallana hippies came to rob me. Concerns now seem absurd, but at that moment anything is going through your head.

Despite the beating the day it impossible to sleep. I followed the rule of not looking to not scratch the phone to see that the hours passed and I continued eating heaven. I had a headlamp and I could make read or write but that contradicted my policy of not being seen or heard. Occasionally you could hear noises around animals I guess the bushes, then I moved to make noise and scare away visitors. I got into a very bushy area so if something came I hear coming. I also prevention to put the knife and a Piédrola in the bag, you never know in the world of predators and prey and the food pyramid. Top had millions of stars, shooting stars very often, shadows, sharp and dark profiles in the mountains of solid forgotten Ayllón, distant silence, the constant murmur of Jarama ... and occasionally a strange sound that repeated more than I would like to sleep, something that reminded me of an ax blow against a tree, or a large stone falling (unlikely at periodic sound).



Dawn.



And those I fell asleep, and in the cold end of the morning I woke up, I should not sleep much. Shivering going to drink the barrel of the bike and is frozen, and as I went to college, I know that means we are below zero. The weather was in the days but the morning dew and the temperature drop together and make your own. Then my father told me that the simple act of putting a newspaper or a plastic bag under it would have avoided raising the dead with cold.


Nothing like it had little to do to get out. And nothing more of it, impossible for the bike path full of thorns, so to repeat the first go with the bags and then return to the bike. After a while I find the noise at night: in a nearby hill there is a herd of goats, which are becoming of hosts including legs to stand, drop and galletazo in their heads.
Mornings I find it horrible, I just wish arrival of road or highway to go on the bike, sleep and hunger make you see everything worse than it is. Finally I get to Roblelacasa, and begin to enjoy a downhill road grateful, I get to look back on the saddle and see that I have no camera. Fuck. A come back for her, must have fallen among both hit on the rise. In the village people wonder if the camera has seen, and as I am to pull cock bike say about that save me please, I lost a camera and walking back to fetch it. Once I leave the bike look and see that the camera bag has been around and is under one of the saddlebags; step I take that explanation and get into the house and go running with the bike to I do not think badly of the roof. And I'm happy with the camera and looking forward to a village restaurant. It already losing streak.



Vega del Jarama.


I get to the same restaurant the previous day, and after a little grooming, coffee and tortilla sandwich and hours later I can go on with joy. I came again the reservoir of El Vado, I will follow the course of the Jarama valley to reach the one that is in this area. A beautiful place which, of course, took advantage of the friars and left behind a beautiful monastery which makes the story that survives in the monastery of Bonaval.



natural monument.




Cistercian ruins.


There I met again with the Jarama, and a few miles up Retiendas closed the circle.

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I really wanted to go to something of everything that had been organized around the BiciCrítica this month, but spent the days since Thursday, and nothing, I only had to go the picky on Saturday, he promised. I thought I was going to play go alone, but eventually pointed NTN Edu, one of the few with whom he could count for something. But the Saturday, studying in the library, we find Paul, a friend of the unit that goes to all bike everywhere and did not know the BiciCrítica and now he loves, how could it be otherwise. And then another friend also joined student bicyclists, Christopher, who brought a 73 year jewel that belonged to his father.

BiciCrítica So we started at 5 o'clock, after tea, and did not start in the Conti Cibeles but where the problem lay not to put the bikes in the hold of the bus, so you know, an alternative the Suburban.

After passing through San Juan Bautista to catch NTN Edu bike as we headed to the goddess of the car and the lions (as will people with unicycles and rollerblades could cum one day, the car not contaminated.) It was nice to go with the bike in the streets were still empty, you know that naps are longer holidays.




Edu down the quiet streets of Madrid. This time to avoid covering his face at the request of the women's wing of the network.


In reaching the above, then flip. Do not know if it was summer afternoon because it was a holiday, or whatever the case that was packed. I think it was by far the most popular BiciCrítica. As always there were all sorts of people and characters, bikes and bike freaks. A variant has emerged that I had never seen before and are a bike high, not because they serve to move through the Himalayas but because they have put two pictures one above the other, so that you are pedaling as five feet of soil, only suitable for jugglers.
As you know, the joke and good cheer during the walk is normal, so with that and with the heat the body, we asked a few liters critical, as we could we turn to find some Chinese, who were the comic the two May also curran.





The arrival at the Cibeles. The heat is bringing the tires to the asphalt.





Stop CO2, my friend.





The wineskin never fails



Girls and stylish bikes, compatible.





And more bikes in style compatible.




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To avoid dehydration


It went almost an hour later than expected but nobody cared in an afternoon so no one looks at the clock. Stating that the end was 5 hours up, until the last and final stop in one of the doors of Almudena Cemetery. Why stop at a cemetery? No, by no means grim, but because he had final party in the CSO The Dragon.

The course, as always, was quite chaotic, going up and down the center, rest in the Royal Palace, and long cycle to Elipa, I did not know, and it is a little at home Christ. Returns were de rigueur at the Cibeles, playing a little ball that rose to the Real Madrid Chamartin-car to one of the chants during the march was "Do not you come the party, the party will not you come "- got off to Atocha, turned up the Prado, climbed Gran Vía, Plaza Spain, Princess, Moncloa, West Park, Palais Royal, and thence to La Elipa. This time there was much megaphone, and so much song, they sang the usual "Do not pollute or spent fuel", "If the car will burn your car burns," he added many now do not remember from the many motorists who got between the more colorful bunch who may be in a city. I could not help get the classic "Bastards, murderers, fascists, genocidal" and "NATO, bases out" to bewilder a little personal. Christopher came up with the slogan "less silicon and more picky" deck made me funny.




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Pedals and smiles


The Royal Palace, which was up to caps, stood a good time. Which was good because he played NTN Edu bike several times and no problems were punctures or patches, but the valve had burst and there was no solution because we had no camera. What's in the BiciCrítica less are road bikes but luck and a majete uncle gave him a camera used to our man in Madrid is over. Here again was another ugly unexpected, we are left with Paco, who came from Coslada, not knowing where to stay, so they decided to stay in the underground Elipa, where insurance was just pedaling. But the battery ran out and could not contact him while he sent a message saying he had returned home.




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Raza Belgian llegador. How have to be enjoying in its people, Perico. How well the Liège, not English but married a canary and often can be seen training in Lloret de Mar so we feel like home. What evenings cycling has given us this man, Pete. Two minutes from the pack and already in Elysium, too bad he has to give, Perico.





On the issue of needles lost the group and then comes the danger of BiciCrítica. I mean, a cyclist passing by soon after where he has spent BiciCrítica is a very much hated. Can any of the drivers who are crossing had to wait a while to spend the whole platoon, as it did in its day to Pipi wearing the super-all-field-of-town to their babies about to explode. We were dodging traffic in New York messenger plan until retirement at the height of encountering bicyclists were more clustered. All the way to La Elipa was very nice, and it was night, almost everything was down, there were many people in the street and the fact that bike was very comfortable.




grupete 's fantastic. I love this picture: to stop the machinery ready for action.





My man Christopher takes a dangerous slalom between buses, which oil between the icebergs.




Photo Tour: From near and with some famous behind, you know, Facebook Tuenti culture.


arrived and had a lot of people, batucada, bottle, dances, roll Retreat Sunday afternoon. As there was no place to padlock the bike ran a practice of mental horny and people started to padlock your bike to another bike, assuming that we would all go at once. After a while we thought that we would rather go downtown, so come back pedal up, pedal of the two, you know. As for dates sent twoOf went to where it would not happen last year and he was taken by the police, although we did see a comic clash between a punk and a group of police officers: a punk who happened to be his wife started screaming there was lots of wood and stuff so, several police officers rebuked him, and then came the husband made a fool saying that he had heard that a policeman had told his wife he was going to break her teeth. His colleagues and his wife and mediate to us but the kid was going to death, his alleged wife got a trip that knocked her down. City started coming from everywhere and the punk screaming like a madman who it was who was going to break her teeth to his wife. Since he was alone in front of fifteen police officers, and to add more drama to the scene took off his shirt and began to be hosts in the chest and face while still faced with the Munip. And then begin to point the chest, and eye and tab, has a tattoo of the Legion, and starts screaming that has been a legionnaire. A punk legionnaire blessed Spain. Now that I think may not be contradictory ... what do you think?