Through snowpeaks to Andalucia

On Tuesday morning we woke up with the phone ringing. The missing part to the fridge had finally arrived. With our fingers crossed we headed to the Cruz Caravanas. On our way we visited Totana track to say hi to Harri Kullas, who's also currently training in Murcia region. Have to admit that the lap times are faster when an internationally ranked pilot is riding around the circuit...

Afterwards it was time to visit the repair garage once again. We dared to be only slightly optimistic, but to our great relief the mechanic came back after a short while to tell us the fridge was working again. The best birthday present to the rider!

With the fridge working, the rider being well again (by the way, the assistant is having the flu this time, but that's not so crucial) and with the Alhama's ground burning under caravan tires it was time to hit the road again.

With quick look to the weather forecasts it was easy to decide that northern tours could wait a little longer, so our destination was going to be Andalucia. The views on the way were breath-taking. Our poor caravan was really token to its limits with the road going up and down, reaching 1400 meters on its highest. Around Granada the highest peaks had a snow coat. We decided to skip the skiing part though.

After travelling above the clouds in Baza, wondering the houses which were partly caves in hillside in Guadix, driving trough a olive tree fields in Osuna, queueing in traffic jam in Sevilla and laughing to tv antennas in Huelva (apparently every single household needs its own one, and the higher the better), we concluded, with the sun setting before us and the border of Portugal getting closer, that it was time to stop and have a good nights sleep.