On a farm, you call a bunch of cattle a herd, and a bunch of sheep a flock. On a wind farm, do you have a "zephyr" of windmills? What about a solar farm, perhaps an "aray" of solar panels? There are certainly numerous wind farms in this part of Spain, and I've seen two enormous acreages of solar panels. Tell me again. Why are we not doing much of this type of farming in NZ? Do we not have enough wind or sunshine? And why is it so expensive to install solar panels on your house? Seems several "third" and "second" world countries manage.
As well as "power", they farm wheat and pigs, and the pigs, housed in long houses, stink. When you think you've finally got upwind, you pass farmers spraying pig effluent on the wheat fields. It's hard to get away from the smell. I camped about a km from one long house. The wind changed over night, and I had a headache in the morning. I could also hear the pigs squealing all night. Not a pleasant way to farm.
I had left Monzon at lunchtime, having shouted Fiona a new front wheel. The guy at Dr Bike had straightened the buckle, but when he tried to "true" it, the wheel "tacoed", bent in half. He was not prepared to guarantee that it wouldn't happen again, "perhaps tomorrow, perhaps in a month". I was happy to buy a new wheel. This was the same rim that had been damaged when I hit a dog in Tajikistan, so I was pretty happy at how long it had lasted, as the mechanic in Dushanbe had been a little worried about how much strength the rim still had. 13,000km since then, so that's not bad kms.
I wanted to make up some kms, and had planned a cross country route, on tiny rural roads, through quiet villages. Spain seems bigger than Italy and France. The distances between villages is greater, but the only traffic on the roads was tractors with spraying gear, and trucks, transporting pigs or grain, from silo to pig stys. I was hearing what I thought was woodpeckers, but where were the trees. There were only pylons, and tall church steeples, and ancient, European silos. I looked up. Storks. Building nests. What amazingly huge birds, to be building nests in such exposed, precarious sites. The woodpecker noise was the storks "clucking". Occasionally there were also large "birds of prey" circulating in the thermals above my head..... Gives you some incentive to not find yourself splattered on the road.
Finally, I'm starting to recognise some of the language. I thought I wouldn't have too many problems. Italian, French and Spanish words seem to be scattered throughout the English language, but since arriving in Andorra, I've had no clue. But I now know why. They were all speaking Catalonian. For the last two days, I've been hearing real Spanish, but everyone I speak to expects me to speak Spanish, and they rattle on speedily, while I look on blankly. Now I'm in Basque Country, another independent state?, and they speak Basque. I'm still in the dark , and back to using sign language.
I had a bit of a lively tailwind yesterday...... Managed my largest kms of the adventure, so far. 179km. Woohoo. Which gives me time for a wander around Pamplona today. These streets would be crazy scarey in July, being chased by bulls....