The evening before I look at several routes to Biarritz. The most obvious one, via Zaragoza and the Spanish side of the Pyrenees is the longest, but it seems the easiest. However, around the point where I’d have to actually cross the mountains there’s a severe weather warning for thunderstorms and flooding in place. Recalling my near death experience not far from there a few weeks before, I decide to extend the route, taking me across the mountains a bit further west, somewhat closer to San Sebastian. In all it’s just over 600km, a hard day’s riding. I ensure I have enough fruit, baby food, cereal bars and water with me, and before setting off, along with coffee and breakfast I take an aspirin to alleviate numbness and ensure good blood circulation.
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