In the village before the entrance to the national
park, we stopped for a breakfast in a local inn. Since
the inn was full, we concluded that people usually ate
breakfast outside their homes, at least on Sundays. The
atmosphere was somewhat typical for a southern European
inn with all the charm in the air and dirt on the floor.
Anyhow, we needed some fuel for the day.
When I first met Fernando, who ran his agency for adventurous
sports Pedal Y Avantura in Seville, we both had problems
communicating, since I didn't speak Spanish and he spoke
nothing else but Spanish. So we had to use our hands extensively.
Later on we used a combination of French and Italian
words, which worked fine for us. He understood the word
singletrack and he promised to do his best. As it turned
out later, I had managed to tell him what kind of tour we wanted.
But the real problem was with bikes and other
equipment, since unfortunately we didn't have any with
us. We rented the bikes from Fernando, who borrowed them
from his friends. He also helped us with some other
equipment with bikes. For the price of 100 Euro/person
we got bikes, transportation, guiding, lunch pack and