Photo Friday-Spanish Pyrenees
Each Friday we’ll be featuring some of our favourite photos from the road
It had been raining all day, cold stinging rain, and the wind was blowing in our faces. We pushed on to Pamplona, with 40km left we figured that we should be warm and dry within three hours. Then a tunnel appeared with an angry Spanish police man, who told us that the tunnel was out of bounds to cyclists and we’d have to take the small road that wound up over a the snowy pass. We were to tired to argue and turned ourbikes up the steep incline with slumped shoulders and chilly hands.
