Bowling along nicely we suddenly came across a sign, which I thought said the road ahead was closed. We rode on anyway and sure enough it was. Tomtom couldn't re-route, so we re-traced our steps and then took the detour.
As our mood changed, so did the weather and before we knew it the clouds had come over and it got chilly.
The 'detour' was laughable with not one single sign after the original. We followed this one tiny lane until Tomtom eventually found a new route but eff alone knows how far we detoured and how many extra miles and minutes we covered. I had no idea where we were and was blindly following Tomtom's instructions. Thankfully I had charged the intercom, else we'd still be there now.
Such was the buggering about, Sanch had to make an impromptu fuel stop. The scheduled one was about 30 odd kms down the road, where I filled up.
Next stop, Oviedo.
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