Dark clouds were not what we were expecting when we looked out in the morning, and it was rather cool. We rode back to Almeria and past the airport, opting for the much quicker road rather than the track, then along the coast, the clouds melted away and we were soon enjoying warm sunshine. Another touring cyclist caught us up and we rode together, stopping for a quick look at the city, where we saw nothing of note and then out again. It took us quite a while to get away, but then it wasn’t far to Alhama de Almeria, where we’d booked an apartment for the night. Juan had given up his job as a personal trainer in Argentina to travel through Spain, he was camping and on a strict budget. Our apartment slept four and there were only three of us, so Juan made up the complement and was glad of a place to shower.
We had to hang around for a while, as we’d given 18:00 as our arrival time and the phone number on the booking.com site was wrong, so we were unable to ask to be admitted earlier. We looked round the pretty village then sat outside a bar quenching our thirsts. Then we popped out for food and cooked.