Okay – use the bell baby! Let’s devote a post to cyclists.
My daughter and her boyfriend at the time, a renown restauranteur from the Basque country, cycled the Camino several years ago while she was working in Spain.
That’s how I first heard about the Camino.
He was very fit, she wasn’t – and it was tough for her. She got sick from drinking non-potable fountain water, but even so they cycled from Roncesvalles to SdC in 11 days, with two days off due to the illness.
She said that walkers don’t realise how difficult it is for cyclists – you have to literally carry your bike, laden with all your packs, over some sections that are too rocky or steep to cycle. Also her brakes failed going down the hill from the Cruz de Ferro. She nearly killed herself.
Also, they encountered some hostility from some pilgrims, who resented cyclists. They had their tires slashed one night.
Also, there were some albergues that wouldn’t accept them until all the walking pilgrims had got beds – cyclists were second on the priority list.
My personal experience with cyclists was always very favourable. I remember having a wonderful chat with a fellow – a cyclist from Germany – while we climbed up Alto de Perdon. He was walking his bike, because the track was too rough.
I remember wondering at the time how difficult it must be hauling the bike up rocky mountain tracks.
The way I figured it, the cyclists were very skilled riders and there was never any chance of them knocking me over. And most of them always called out something cheery as they passed.
They were all part of the colour and texture of the Camino. Plus I did take a terrific shot of a Japanese cyclist, on the Meseta –