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Badlands: My First Bikepacking Adventure

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This year local Girona trio Rocket, Cristina, and Laura from Over & Out took on Badlands, by Transiberica. A 750km gravel race, crossing two deserts in Andalusia, with 16,000m of climbing. This was the first ultra-cycling race for all three, and for Rocket, her first ever bikepacking adventure…What a way to start. Read on to find out about how they prepared for this event, and how it went.

Where It Began

Laura and Cristina (Cris) had been preparing for Badlands for a year, whereas I had heard about it through them and decided it would be cool to challenge myself in a new way. Coming from road racing, I’ve been keen to get myself on a gravel, and what a way to kick things off with gravel racing, 750km in Andalusia? Yes please.

I’ll be honest, Badlands was not intended to be my first ever bikepacking adventure, but a series of unfortunate events, and a busy work schedule, meant that it happened that way. 10/10 would not recommend turning up never having backpacked before, but go big or go home, right?

As Laura and Cris were already riding as a pair, I entered solo with all of us repping our Over & Out squad.


Badlands Preparation

Laura applied her knowledge as a cycling coach and director sportif to look at the route and split it into days. Listing out the climbs, technical sections, villages where we could find water, and hotels along the way. Naively, we split the route into four days, thinking five would be the maximum number of days it would take. I say naively because there’s a huge difference between what’s on paper, and the reality of the route which we quickly discovered during the event…

Training wise I had an event earlier in the Summer, a multi-day stage race in Andorra on the road, and so this was my first focus. I had a large base block prior to this event, some rest after the event, and then began to work back up. Unfortunately, due to work my training began to take a dip a few weeks prior to the event which wasn’t optimal, it meant I began tapering early. With guidance from Laura and Ciaran O’Grady, they helped make sure I was in the best position I could be in the circumstances.

With our route split completed, and training underway, we then needed to think about what we’re packing, which bike bags, and the equipment we’ll need along the way. As both Laura and Cris had some experience with this, they were able to help me with items I would need, and those I wouldn’t. I also reached out to other adventure seeking fanatics who had experience with ultra-riding or multi-day bikepacking adventures for advice.

Kit Choice

I decided to use Restrap bike bags, I’d used them before and was really impressed, they’d also been recommended to me multiple times as the best to use for this type of event. Having reached out to them, Restrap sponsored my bike bags for the event. I settled on the race collection saddle bag, frame bag, top tube bag, and then a canister bag. This was the perfect set up, I was able to fit everything I wanted to pack including having some extra room for food along the way. I also took a camelbak to ensure I could carry even more water, this was vital.

Kit wise, Universal Colours, a British sustainable and ethical focused clothing brand sponsored Over & Out. The kit was perfect, particularly the Chroma cycling jersey which was lightweight and comfortable. I wore the Mono bibshorts in a size up which were perfect for the heat.

For my shoes I opted to wear the Quoc Gran Tourer (which were gifted) over my S-Works MTB shoes, as they are much more supple and wider which meant when my feet were swelling in the heat, I still had room and felt no pressure points.

I refined my kit list with the help Laura, Cris, and Sami Sauri, and have to say I was happy with everything I brought.


Bike Set Up

With the help of Willem from Eat Sleep Cycle, and input from Daan who did Badlands last year, we built up my brand-new RS Cycles Brusca gravel frame with Shimano GRX from my old cross bike.

We went with a 38t front chainring, and 46t cassette. While this worked well, there were times I wished for the 50t…

My tyres were Rene Herse Oracle Ridge 700C x 48 tubeless. I suffered with not one puncture, at all, and felt secure on the entire route. Never having ridden Rene Herse before I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I am beyond impressed with these tyres!

Race Countdown

We flew to Granada a few days prior to the event, giving us time to sort out last minute situations, as well as having time to recce the first few km of the start of the race, particularly the first climb and technical descent.

The Race

At the start line the nerves were real. I still had no idea what to expect, but we hung at the back knowing we wanted to take things slow.

Day one was epic. It is possibly one of my favourite days I’ve ever had on the bike, it was long, hard, with more climbing in one ride than I’ve ever done. There were some long climbs, one in particular which was all on the road and I was able to keep a strong cadence and spin up to the top. The first 40km were brutal, as we were told to expect, with some technical gravel and sharp gravel climbs. We made our way through, yoyoing with a few other riders with whom we got to know a little along the way.


We stopped once for an early supper, and then carried on, our eyes set on Gorafe being the town just outside the first desert. Our initial plan was to ride through the desert at night, but arriving late to Gorafe and struggling to find some food without meat, we decided to hit the sack for a few hours.

This was the first time I’d ever slept out with no tent, in a random location, not including those as a child sleeping under the trampoline in my backgarden. We found a number of other rides sleeping outside in front of the only BnB in the town (which was fully booked) and decided the safest thing to do was to crash there also. I use the term sleep loosely, it was mostly drift in an out of consciousness over the course of a few hours. We slept on roll mats, in only bivvy bags, wearing leggings and a puffer jacket for warmth.

At 4:15am we started to pack up and find water getting ready to start the day in the desert. By 5am we were on the “road” hitting the first climb out of Gorafe. We rode for a few hours in the dark, and as the sun began to rise we hit the first village, finding a few of our friends at a café drinking coffee. We sat down to join them and caught up on the previous day. They’d ridden the 30km late last night and had crashed in the village square, having dealt with puncture after puncture for hours on end into the early hours of the day.

After a few cups of coffee, we carried on, enjoying a beautifully paved road to the next town, and last water stop (little did we know). As the day went on we took on some more technical sections of sand, long climbs, rocky sections, steep climbs, and as the day got hotter and hotter, the lack of water, food, and sleep started to become an issue.


Laura’s ongoing tooth infection was becoming more and more unbearable, taking its toll on her body. We’d booked our hotel earlier in the day, knowing we’d need a bed for the night and this became out motivation to keep moving. With 30km to go before leaving the desert, we decided I would ride on, get to the hotel, and find food for us. During this 30km I had some of my darkest moments, I received word that Cris had crashed and hit her head and was struggling with dizziness. I’d nearly fainted in 49 degrees climbing up the final climb, forcing myself to get off and sit under the shade for a moment. With only 500ml of water left, and still the distance from the edge of the desert to Gor to go, not knowing where the water was, alone, a little scared, unable to keep food in my stomach having been sick, I wondered what the hell I was doing here. Seeing some other riders towards the top of climb lifted my spirits and I kept going.

Those final few kms to the hotel were the hardest of my life, alone, with no water, dehydrated, suffering with head stoke, it took everything to keep the pedals turning. I remember feeling so defeated, shaking feeling cold but hot, and delirious, having exited the desert there was still a way to go to Gor to our hotel and it felt insurmountable.


That first glass of water at the hotel I will remember for the rest life. Badlands is like this; it pushes you beyond the limits of what you thought you were capable of. Having showered, taken a brief rest, and chugged my weight in water, I changed into the only non-cycling clothes I had and made my way back to the village to find a supermarket to find some food to cook for when Laura and Cris made it back. Another 6km I thought would be impossible, and yet I rode on.

When they arrived later that night, we were broken, hurting, exhausted, dehydrated, suffering with heat stroke but happy to have somewhere to sleep. With Laura in pain, Cris in no state to get on a bike, and with my struggling to get food in my stomach we went to bed planning to have a team meeting the following morning to check in before we decided on the day. The next section of the race was going to be a brutal section over 100km with no food stops, an 18km climb to start (which a friend of ours took 5hrs to get up as it was mostly hike-a-bike), and little water security.


That following morning, after a long chat, we made the decision to pull the plug on this adventure. I was heartbroken for Laura and Cris who had been prepping and planning for this adventure for so long, but in our current states, we didn’t want to take the potential risks.

Badlands Reflection

Badlands was one of the best and worst rides of my life. Riding on the gravel with two of my best friends for so long, on a completely new adventure, was epic. Seeing them both accomplish things they’d never done before and seeing how strong they had come into this race was beyond awesome. Challenging myself and pushing myself out of my comfort zone to my growth zone was equally as awesome.

However, the lack of water, and water security, the heat, and the issues along the way made this one of the worst experiences I’d ever had on the bike. I suppose that’s the type 2 fun, it was horrible, but I look back and think how epic it was to make it through that.

Badlands challenges every essence of your being, and for those finishers, all of you, whether you completed it in two days or six, my hat is off to you! What a feat! For those who started and pulled the plug whether it was km 60 or 650, kudos to you, starting Badlands is not for fainthearted, and those who take to start do so with courage. You’re epic. And Badlands, perhaps I’ll be back for a re-match…

A huge thank you to Eat Sleep Cycle, Restrap, Universal Colours, and Quoc for your support.


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An Andalusian Cycling Tour - Eat Sleep Cycle

An Andalusian Cycling Tour with Eat Sleep Cycle

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Last week saw our first tour of the season in Andalucia – home to the mildest ‘winter’ climate in Europe and it proved to be one of the top European winter cycling destinations to escape the winter blues.

We spoke to Eat Sleep Cycle tour leader & partner Lee who was responsible for the arduous task of making sure everyone had a good time whilst riding their bikes in the sun. He gave us his impressions of the Southern Spanish region and what the cycling is like there.

Andalucia – Cycling In the Foothills of the Sierra Nevada

My first impression of the area was that Andalucia has the most relaxed atmosphere I have ever experienced. People love being outdoors and can be found wandering around or sat in the squares enjoying the afternoon sunshine. Everybody is friendly and welcoming.

An Andalusian Cycling Experience - Sierra Nevada Cycling Tour

We spent 4 of the 6 nights in Orgiva in the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountain range as part of our Andalucia Cycle Tour. A distinctive feature of this area is the white villages built into the hillside – it’s a jaw-dropping sight! While we were there we also cycled up to the highest village in mainland Spain, Trevelez, which is located at 1,400 m and is famous for it’s dry cured ham because the air is dry and sweet in the mountains. So of course we enjoyed a Jamon Serrano bocadillo on the best sun bleached balcony in town! All day we enjoyed smooth winding roads with a perfect road surface at 1,000 m elevation in the sunshine.

“We had a small friendly group of three: one Canadian gentleman, one Swiss lady and an American lady. The delivery team consisted of Lluis, who is from Granada, Spain and myself.”

2,000 m Daily Elevation

In this area there are many hillsides with unusual sloping gardens which are used to dry out and sweeten grapes for tasty raisins (which of course, we included in our ride food) and dessert wine that we enjoyed during dinner. We cycled around 100 km with 2,000 m of elevation each day which sounds like a lot, and there’s not too much flat in that particular area, but the climbs are not steep, often averaging between 3-5%

An Andalusian Cycling Tour - 2000m Daily Elevation

Worry Free Descents

The descents are so much fun! To be tearing down them in December without worrying about a wet corner was simply exhilarating! There is usually good visibility around the bends so it’s great for cornering practice and we did plenty of that. We were treated to a different route every day and didn’t repeat anything. We also did not need any van transfers, which is important to Eat Sleep Cycle as we much prefer that our guests spend time riding and not sat in vans.

Dry Andalusian Air and The Unforgettable Juan

In Andalucia the air is much drier than in Girona and the region also benefits from a far milder climate. My bike was as clean after a weeks riding as it was when it left Girona. Also, Andalusian people are some of the most open people in the world and accept you in right away. For example, as we reached the small village of Guájar-Faragüit, an elderly man relaxing on a chair tapped the seat next to him, I sat down and we enjoyed a brief but life changing chat and I’ll never forget Juan and the lovely village that he was born in!

An Andalusian Cycling Experience with Eat Sleep Cycle

Benefits of Local Cycling Guides

Our local guide Luis added so much to the tour. One particular day he took us on a personal tour to Grenada, showed us the Alhambra from all the best view points, took us to his home and we went inside a cave house. It was unbelievable.

Cycling In Andalucia – Some of the Best in Spain

I think Andalucia has some of the best cycling in Spain and is an untapped territory for most cyclists. I wouldn’t like to ride here in the summer as the temperatures would be stifling and it would be full of tourists but I definitely intend to ride here much more in the winter!

If reading about Lee’s Andalusian adventure has you dreaming of those smooth roads and sunshine then why not take a check out our cycle tour of Andalucia or some of our our other south Spain cycle tours?

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Winter Cycling Kit for Southern Spain - Eat Sleep Cycle

Winter Cycling Kit for Southern Spain

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If you live in the Northern Hemisphere then you will be familiar with the winter ritual of donning multiple layers before a ride in the cold whilst wistfully remembering the days when shorts and a jersey, and possibly a gilet, were all that was required. There is plenty of technical kit out there that will keep you warm on even the coldest of days, but if the rugging up struggle is real and you’ve decided to head to the warmer climes of a winter cycling destination then extra layers can be cast away.

However, before you bin those base layers and get rid of your gloves it’s important to note that a winter trip to Spain doesn’t always mean shorts weather; Girona, although dry and generally warmer can still get chilly, ditto Calpe, whereas Andalucía, Gran Canaria and the Costa del Sol will generally provide higher temperatures. The balance is a tricky one, so here’s our advice on what winter cycling kit you should bring (and leave behind!) for cycling trips to Southern Spain.

What To Bring When Cycling in Southern Spain During WinterWhat to bring when cycling in South Spain in Winter



Arm and Leg Warmers:
These garments are essential in everywhere but the warmest of climes. Easy to remove or add en-course arm and leg warmers can be lifesavers. Even if you’re heading to the south of Spain it’s wise to pack them in case the mornings are chilly. If you’re heading anywhere further north they are essential kit for those days when the weather doesn’t quite know what it’s doing.

A Buff:
Breathing in cold air is never pleasant. Lightweight and easy to pack the buff is a no-brainer. If you’re headed to Gran Canaria or similar you may not need to utilise it, however anywhere further north (ergo, most places) you will not regret packing one for those chilly morning starts and descents before the sun heats up.

A Gilet
An important piece of clothing for any type of riding, at any time of year especially if mountains are on the menu: what goes up must come down and sometimes that down can get chilly, no matter how high the temperatures. Easy to pop back in your pocket or leave unzipped for ventilation, a gilet is a must.

A Smart Base-Layer:
Possibly one of the most important items as the core dictates overall temperature, a smart base layer can keep you cool when needed or warm when things cool down. The best kinds of fabric are designed to wick away sweat and control temperature. A short-sleeved merino will serve you well in the north whereas a vest-style one will keep that core temp just right in the south.

A Wind/Rain Jacket:
You’ll hope you don’t need it, however much like an umbrella sod’s law dictates that if you don’t take one you’ll get caught out. Even if it (hopefully) stays in your pocket or suitcase a light jacket may prove a hero item if the weather has a bit of a wobbly. Our own unisex Rain Jacket by Sismic is a  great, lightweight option.

What You Can Leave at Home

We’ve seen what winter cycling kit you should bring to Southern Spain, so here are the items that you can leave behind.

Winter Cycling Gear for Southern Spain - Eat Sleep Cycle

Deep Winter Jacket:
There are some amazing deep winter jackets out there that will keep your temperature just right on chilly deep-winter days. But in places where low temperatures rarely enter single figures you can leave this bulky item at home freeing up more suitcase space for energy bars.

Thermal Overshoes:
Cold, numb feet won’t aid your pedalling but neither will sweaty ones. Of course, in sub-zero temperatures and biting wind a thermal overshoe is essential, but wearing them in the mild climes of Gran Canaria will have you hot-footing it to the changing room. An oversock, however, or light overshoe might not go amiss further north of the country. The Assos Tiburu Toe Cover is a fabulous, portable option to take away the wind chill and protect from any rain.

Thermal Gloves:
Thermal gloves lend a hand (oh yes…) on ice-cold days when changing gears would otherwise be rendered impossible but they are also a nuisance when any degree of dexterity is needed. No such fumbling items will be required on a cycling holiday in the south of Spain and friendlier, less bulky equivalents will suffice in the north.

Better for your kit to be in modular form (leg and arm warmers, jackets) than to opt for single pieces of thermal wear. Nobody wants to feel overdressed half-way through a ride and have no way of changing. That being said, a long-sleeved jersey would not go amiss on those chillier days if you’re travelling to Girona or Calpe. Check out MAAP’s long-sleeved offerings for men & women for a super-stylish option.

Wooly Hat:
Cold ears are not pleasant but neither is a hot head! That woolly hat with earflaps is a lifesaver at home but it will have you stopping for a layer-removal before you’ve even got going in the south of Spain.

Winter Cycling in Style

Hopefully the above will help you plan your kit for your next cycling adventure but if you have any questions about what gear you may need for any upcoming trips then let us know! Give us a call on +34 972 649 131 or contact us online and we’ll make sure you’re winter cycling in style!

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Cycling in Andalucia: Discovering Antequera

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Eat Sleep Cycle founder Brian recounts one memorable, epic day on the bike whilst out on a recce for our Andaulica Experience Tour

Antequera & El Torcal

The day started out like any other; an informal pre-ride briefing outlining the course, an estimated timeline, advice on what to wear as well as attractions and landmarks to keep an eye out for.

The course was a loop of 138 kilometres with 2,832 metres of vertical – so a not insignificant day and given it was a recce trip, a support vehicle backed us up behind.

What could possibly go wrong, you say…

We were ‘just’ four; Kris, Rico, Fabio (AKA Aru) and myself, with my brother John in the van behind. Advantage us.

The plan was to climb out of Antequera to the top of El Torcal (8k, 1,230m) at our own pace, meet John at the top, get a jacket for the descent, meet at the bottom and ride the next 50k together.

Rico would then get in the van, Kris would be supported by the van while Aru and myself rode at our own pace unsupported until Kris jumped in and the van would speed up to catch us. Easy.

All good so far except the plan started to unravel when the ‘bottom’ of the climb was misinterpreted by Aru, who went all the way back to Antequera.

That required John to shoot down and redirect him on the right course, which Kris, Rico and myself were slowly making inroads on.

It being January, the place was deserted and I struggle to remember roads as beautiful and deserted as the ones we rode on Saturday January 13th this year.

Bucket List Cycling

The blacktop from Villanueva de la Concepcion to Villanueva de Cauche should be on every cyclist’s bucket-list because it has everything: sweeping descents, white-washed villages, rows of orange and lemon trees and a genuine old-time authentic Spanish feel that’s all too hard to find.

A man raised his head, his voice and his walking stick when I stormed through, lifting a few leaves off the road. I hammered on.

I should add that Kris and Rico were behind me but this was one of those roads where you leave people alone. There is no need for talk on roads like these. You look and you listen.

Riding on this day gave me concrete proof that the career path I’d chosen was the right one. I remember looking down and thinking ‘holy f*** I’m in the big chain ring’. Funny how riders go well when they’re happy.

An hour later and things started to change, however.

Finding Aru

Aru was uncontactable. A guide’s nightmare. John was tracking Rico and Kris who were loving life. Kris was loving it so much that she decided to truck on, while Rico took refuge in the van. The group was now split in two: Brian + Aru. John + Kris + Rico.

The only issue was, where was Aru?

I went back, John and Co. went forward. Surely (a very fit) Aru couldn’t be far behind….surely?

So back I went, down those same hills, up those steep ramps…no longer in the big chainring and clouds greying overhead. 10 kilometres I rode and still nothing. A bad feeling washed over me.

I happened upon an intersection at the bottom of a huge climb and it was there where I stopped. Still no contacting Aru and my own battery disappearing as quickly as the sun from the sky.

Suddenly, from a narrow, dusty lane appeared a skinny boy in a blue hoody no more than six years old. “Hay un chico alto aqui, con bici?”

‘There’s a tall guy here, with a bike’…it could only be one man and the bike neatly placed outside the bar in Villanueva de la Cauche told me where I’d find our fugitive.

An Andalucian Bar

It’s a tiny hamlet of some 30 identical white houses. And a bar. It’s a typical settlement and dates back to the 16th century where families covered their rent by producing anything they could, though eggs, cheese, fruit  and cereals were the most popular means of payment.

Stepping inside the bar was like stepping back 500 years in time; a hearth with a roaring fire, wine being gulped, huge plates of food being lashed out and one confused Brazilian in the thick of it…toasting nicely by the fire, umbilically attached to his charging phone.

“My phone died,” he protested. I could have thumped him but instead, I just laughed. “Dos copas de vino tinto aqui por fav,” I called to the overburdened waitress carrying 5 plates, one on each forearm.

“Now Aru”, I said. “We’re now in adventure mode.”

It was late afternoon, a meagre 36 kilometres done, slightly tipsy, and we had 100 kilometres still to ride, with rain due in the next hour.

Now the plan was very different: we do a two-up time-trial for the next 3-4 hours and hopefully make it back by dark. There was no time for stopping, no photos, just a bloody-minded desire to get home.

So we swished back the last of our wine and off we went, Aru neatly locked onto my back wheel.


The next four hours whizzed past like a brilliant night out over all too quickly. We hammered descents like breakaway riders with 10 seconds under the red kite. I dropped Aru on the climbs, he tried to drop me on the flat. And we repeated this over and over and over again for the next hours.

It was January in Andalucia and nothing was happening, anywhere. Not in Alfernate, not in Anfarnatejo and only for a few young guys huddled around a rally car outside a garage in Mondron there was nothing. Not a sound.

If I ever take ecstasy, I hope they’ll be as good as the feeling I got that Saturday in January.

An untimely lowpoint was a pack of angry dogs chasing us uphill for 200 metres.

A timely highpoint was provided in the shape of the ESC van parked by the side of the road with Kris just after getting in; we had caught her and found an oasis.

“Fabio, 2 minutes, we have to stay going.” We topped up our water bottles, took an energy bar each and kept going. This was the last time we’d see the van and we had 58 kilometres still to go.

We climbed for 12 kilometres to the mirador at Fuente de los 100 Canos and took 10 seconds to marvel at how tiny and insignificant we were in such a huge expanse of land and space.

It was 4.10pm and time was most definitely not on our side. Fabio and I have a saying that goes “only speak if you can improve the silence”. So as you can imagine with fading light, fading energy, draining water and food supplies there was no time for chit chat.

A 20-kilometre descent was as thrilling and cathartic as it was necessary and Fabio hitting 65 mph was just the chink of light we needed to give us a glimmer of hope of making it back before we’d need a rescue.

Home Run

And then we reached Archidona with the feint dim of Antequera’s street lights visible 20 kilometres away. Our chances began to look up.

The road was flat and newly-surfaced but we were tiring and fuel supplies were running low….or at least mine were anyway.

I recall doing a hard pull for at least 10 kilometres when the first twitches from my hamstrings came. F***. Lactic acid was about to invade my legs as darkness closed in.

As bike riders, inspiration can come from many places; a cheer from a friend standing roadside, a coke, a push, a pull, a tailwind, a draft off a tractor.

Fabio is one of the smartest men I know and whether by accident or design, he (finally!) did a turn – and a bloody strong one at that.

He came around me at twice my speed, said “get on” and dropped at least 3 gears in the most beautiful sounding click-click-click I’ve ever heard.

A dog arrowed across the road in a failed attempt to kill us but Aru nor me said a single thing, not at the time anyway.

Antequera was coming at us, cars and vans came around us and we jumped into that sweet spot behind for even just a moment’s respite. We were close – but there was still work to do.

Next thing, incredibly, Aru reaches back and pulls out a gel. A gel! He had gels in his pocket for the last 80 km and I gave up my last chocolate croissant when he was suffering! Again, no words, yet.

I just hung on and made a mental note. But that was ammunition so when I mustered the strength to come around one last time I vowed to make him hurt so I railed it through roundabouts, bending into corners and sprinting out of them like a GP rider.

It was officially dark and dangerous by the time we limped into the parking lot of our hotel.

We’d long since discarded sunglasses, snot caked our arm warmers, a layer of salt around both our mouths and when my bloodshot eyes peered into his we both just broke down laughing and shook hands.

“I told you it would be a f*cking adventure.”

“What a day man, what a day,” he replied.

“Now Fab. About those gels you were hiding?!”

For those seeking an adventure in Andalucia and who would like to rival Aru’s max speed head over to our Andalucia Experience Tour or read on for Lee’s latest review of our cycle tour in the Sierra Nevada mountains. 

“I don’t ever know what I’m looking for in this state, but I know when I find it”

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Cycling around Andalucia in southern Spain over the last few days has been a bit of an adventure, to say the least.

Was it really Wednesday morning when we left Girona, collected a bike in Barcelona and drove 1,000 kilometres south to Granada for a recce trip of Andalucia for tours we plan to deliver?

It’s hard to believe the answer is ‘yes’ because so much has happened in the meantime and we’d be a week summarising it all!

From Fabio’s uplifting music and interesting conversation to Kris and Rico’s incredible back-stories to my own brother bursting out of an important meeting in London to make a late-night flight to Malaga to be with us, it has been a whirlwind 48 hours.

At Eat Sleep Cycle we are driven by adventure and in the beginning when Louise said “I want our company to be a company that delivers epic trips in incredible places  where we get to meet awesome people” that I knew I’d found the right person to go into business with.

We rode through endless fields of olive groves on today’s ride, we saw a shepherd at work in the middle of nowhere, we stopped for pictures every 5 kilometres and by the time we got back to the hotel we were as exhilerated as could be.

But as the sun was high and I had some energy, I tacked on a few kilometres to see what I might find. Little did I know what was yet to come.

I don’t ever know what I’m looking for in this state of curiosity, but I know it when I find it.

I fancied a beer so I headed for the bullring where I found a wonderful little bar with the friendliest staff and the most succulent smell of ham hanging from the roof told me I’d come to the right place.

Dressed in lycra and carrying a bike I expected to be told get the hell out, but instead, the owner (Borja) greeted me and asked could he take my bike for a ride.

“Only a few metres,” he promised…“I did an ironman four years ago and I haven’t cycled since.” I could tell from his figure he probably wasn’t joking.

“Hablas ingles?” he quizzed. “Si, y Irish tambien!” “Ah, Irlanda, mencanta!”


We started talking and soon we started drinking. And then we started eating. “Una tapita mas por Brian Cantador,” he instructed to two very attentive waiters dressed in brilliant white shirts and waistcoats as black as night.

He wanted to know everything about Eat Sleep Cycle, Ireland, what I thought of Spain and how we can work together.

Yes, the guy owns one of the most famous vineyards in Spain, “and probably the world” he laughed again, his mouth half-full of barbecued chicken.

“We have clients from all over the world, Taiwan, Australia, America, China”.

Another beer, another tapita, another couple join us, we kill an hour easily.

Next, it’s the behind-the-scenes tour of the bullring and it’s complex matrix of underground caverns and vaults.

One room, reserved only for royalty (see pic below), is opened after some argument with the restaurant manager because nobody argues with Borja and wins.

“This is where you can bring your big groups, the special groups.”

We could have stayed talking for hours but instead he said, “come to our vineyard Sunday and bring your group. Lunch is on us. You won’t be disappointed.”

One of the guys on the trip is celebrating his birthday in the next few days….and we could not think of a better present than to tell him this at dinner tonight.

Louise, is that good enough for you??