In beautiful Seville, Markus leaves me to fly back to Germany. Then comes a winding climb. At sunset I am at 1000 metres and after dinner I suddenly feel sicker than I have in years. I stay in a hotel for 3 days before I can finally get back on my bike. Progress is slow. I have adjusted my route and taken out a few metres of altitude and now ride more towards the coast where it is warmer.
After the built-up coast around Malaga, it gets really nice again. I’m back on beautiful mountain roads with lots of altitude metres. My schedule is messed up by the illness. That’s why I’m now riding daily stages of over 200 kilometres again, passing Alicante and Valencia.