The Road goes ever on

Arzua to Lavacolla.

It rained. A lot. 33km for a day was more than we thought we wold do and the last hills nearly drew blood. Les did a brilliant job, doing the whole day in Vivian Westwood style and taking this shot! This was the point where we thought we had done 100km. (Hard to tell as some buggers have stolen the distance plaques from the markers!) Not long after this shot, the tough bit really started, round the airport outside Santiago. Once up the B of a hill or two,we stayed in a lovely farmhouse with HUGE g and t's and big smiles. 

Now for the last push.