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Adventure No.2
BILBAO
And the Basque region
Perfect Strangers
Fresh from a long, luxurious descent I found myself running out of daylight and stuck in a valley packed full of factories and flyovers. As I stood at the side of a busy road in the dark with a punctured tyre, trying to work out which way to head to find somewhere to camp for the night, a local took pity on me. Before I knew it I was sharing a meal of freshly prepared fish in the home of two perfect strangers who turned out to be fellow cycling-heads.
This is what bicycle travel is all about.