Victory, we landed in Simancas

We made it, albeit on our last legs. So arriving in Simancas was a feast, except for discovering that our hotel for the night is actually a truck-stop. The hotel all in all is not that horrid, but it is right on the main freeway to Valladolid and its clientele looks as though they all know how to burp the entire alphabet.

But hell, we have a shower that works, twin beds, a lovely view of the countryside (see picture) and we'll be able to mingle with some real interesting characters.

Tomorrow we have our sights set on Cuenca de Campos, some 65 kilometers from our truck-stop from hell. I think we will have breakfast somewhere on the way.

Hasta la próxima
Douwe


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