Burgos–Bragança–Vila Real(–Lisbon)
After our two-days stay in Burgos we headed South-West into the Spanish High Plateau. And there it was – at least the first day – flatter as flat can be. And we had a strong tailwind which blew us through the lonesome region. There was hardly any bend in the street, neither horizontally nor vertically. And if there were any (small) elevations along our way, the wind was strong enough to blow us over them. With high speed.
The villages were like from an old clichėd Western movie, the streets empty, the doors closed. Only the dangerous bars were missing, and the horses. And the Music from Ennio Morricone, of course. Although we are quite sure to have heard that whistling opening tune from "Once upon a Time in the West".