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From Castellon (Spain) to Northern Cape (Norway) by Tandem supporting the fight against cancer.

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Day 38. Sant Carles de la Rápita – Castellón

Posted by admin On Agosto - 27 - 2010

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109 kilometers. 4 hours.
JL: I’m writing this belated blog post about the Sant Carles de la Rápita- Castellón final stage. I can’t say much about the road since we cycled along the national road N-340.   Not many kilometers but at warp speed. We had to get to Castellón on time, at 1 p.m. No further [...]

Day 37. El Vendrell- Sant Carles de la Rápita

Posted by admin On Agosto - 16 - 2010

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129 kilometers. 5 hours and 54 minutes.
IVAN: The kilometers we covered today along the hellish national road N-340 weren’t as hard as we thought they would be. An ugly day; it was cloudy for a change but there were blasts of fair wind. We went past the Ebro Delta; that’s worth mentioning. Take a close-up [...]

Day 36. Vic- El Vendrell

Posted by admin On Agosto - 16 - 2010

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142 kilometers. 8 hours and 34 minutes.
IVAN: 6:45 a.m. The alarm clock goes off at the same time it does every single day. It doesn’t wake me up, though. I’ve been awake for 15 minutes. I look through the window next to my bed. It’s open. I can see a blanket of thick black clouds [...]

Day 9. Boden- Piteä

Posted by admin On Julio - 18 - 2010ADD COMMENTS

133 kolometers, 7 hours and 22 minutes.

JL: What a day! There was no way of moving ahead because of the wind. A stage that didn’t seem to pose any difficulties was far harder than expected, and we wound up dead beat. What’s more, we drifted off course every now and then. The scenery is absolutely gorgeous! So gorgeous that I’m afraid that so much beauty will no longer amaze me.

All in all, by 6:00 p.m., we were eating a “fully equipped” salad and a Spaghetti alla Bolognese dish that was so large that didn’t fit into a Mercedes Vito van; and we were already thinking about dinner!

We didn’t eat much during this stage, just some packed food we were carrying in a bag; leftovers from previous meals. Things could have been different, though. You’ll see, there’s a huge number of cottages near to the road. A charming one next to a lake particularly caught our eye. While were passing by it, the cottagers, a group of people sitting at a table at a terrace, started waving hello and shouting to us to get nearer. It looked as though they were inviting us to join the group. They would have probably felt sorry about inviting us to join them, though . Or not, because if there was something we could confirm was that these Scandinavian people are extremely kind; what’s more, they are good cooks.

Anyway, we decided to say hello from a distance and move on, because what with they are chatty and our hunger and weariness, it would have got dark; then, my friends, they would not have got rid of us.

It’s a pity we don’t have much time to know more locals and to know about the land straight from the horse’s mouth; but, you know, we have to look ahead: we’re mile eaters. We greet people as we go by, as we say hello to hundreds of motorcyclists who greet us back and dedicate a gesture of camaraderie, like saying: “You’re as cool as we are; the road is ours; we’re riding the wind.” I chuckle and I think: “Get on the tandem and I’ll show you what’s what, dude.” Anyway, the truth is that they cheer you up. We also say hello to people who practise a kind of skating with ski poles. I guess it’s the summer way of training for cross-country skiing, a fairly popular sport here.

Tomorrow’s weather forecast definitely recommends boarding Noah’s Ark. We don’t usually get scared when it pours down; but things look pretty serious for tomorrow. The weather is highly changeable as to cloudiness and wind direction. We may get sunburnt or frozen to death in the very same morning; for that reason, we won’t take any decisions till the day starts off. We don’t want to run unnecessary risks. The other day we already got wet, well, in fact, we got dripping wet. Because of the rain, it got dark at noon, I’d say, not at night. It was on the same day my cell phone drowned. The rain shower was so blustery that my firgers, clenched on the handlebars, got hurt. It was a storm with lots of thunder and lightning. If the tandem is struck by lightning, Odin will find out about it! Now I still recall the faces employees and customers at a Finnish gas station pulled when they saw Ivan and I got there by tandem, with the bicycle bag and the Spanish flag. They seemed to be saying something like: “How ballsy! No wonder they won the World Cup! That was nothing, though. When we asked them where there was a hotel, the question hit them like a ton of bricks: their answer was at 4 kilometers away! Then, we rode off in the heavy rain. We sneaked a peek at them and smiled bravely. They couldn’t stop gaping at us!

Well, no more heroic deeds. With the passage of time, we’re getting thinner and the balance is uneasier. We’ve been pedaling furiously for over 1000 kilometers for 7 days in a row. We’re as gruff as a bear but bucked up by the encouraging words and by the respect showed by lots of supporters. Thanks a million to you all. See you tomorrow!

Day 8. Overkalix- Jamton- Baden

Posted by admin On Julio - 17 - 2010ADD COMMENTS

139 kilometers. 7 hours and 4 minutes.

IVAN: Day count 7. Today’s 139-kilometer stage makes 900 kilometers already covered. I guess you can reckon what all this means to our solidarity count: if we add the odd donation here and there (which I’m posititve somedody will make), we’ll raise, through this experience, almost 2000 euros.

Well, back to what I was talking about before: today’s stage. The truth is that the day started off on the wrong foot . I was stretching myself while I was still in bed, when suddenly I suffered a sharp neck muscle strain on the left side that made me jumped out of my bed. Let’s say provisionally, nothing serious. Nothing that can spoil an ordinary person’s day. But, if we consider the fact that I was going to spend 7 hours on the bike, well, the story is different. Anyway, to make you feel better, I’m writing to you right now without pain, and the strain issue was the least of our today’s worries.

Regarding today’s stage, well, how can I put it? I suppose the locals are so used to such scenic beauty that this would have seemed totally insubstantial to them, with no special charm, neither deep ascents nor steep descents, with no specially charming places, but, hey, we’re not from here! There’s no spot with a stream, lake, a house surrounded by flowers and trees, hills full of firs, paths that lose themselves in the darkness of the Swedish woods that does not amaze us. Well, dunno, endless things that are unfortunately hard to find in our country or short in supply because of simple mismanagement. This place is stinking rich in these endless things, which is grossly unfair.

We reached the Baltic Sea. No mishaps. In fact, things got complicated once we got there. Our plan was to take a road along the coastline and that it would take us 6 days to Stockholm. What a nasty surprise we had! We were cycling along a road that looked like a highway, in terms of size and traffic flow, but… with no shoulder! It was madness! Trucks loaded with lumber passing us at a one-meter distance and at startling speed! Under these circumstances, respect for cyclists is nonexistent; truck drivers are not to blame but the road profile; therefore, cyclists are banned from this type of roads, especially those riding tandems and carrying bicycle bags. In fact, we were able to put up with this situation for about 10 kilometers and, in the end, we gave up. So, we took the first exit that led us to a coastal town, Jamton; and, without realizing about it yet, the new stage of the trip began. In Jamton, we asked the first person we bumped into about the different options to get to Stockholm and, once again, we met with Swedish kindness. Not only did this person got us a map, but also he went along with us for 2 kilometers in his car up to the first junction, a junction that meant a possible solution.

After all this, the “joy” of our legs was gone, not only for the mishap but because we were heading inland, along an uphill road (of course!) and which would lead us 90 kilometers further north than our plan aimed at. This feeling vanished the moment we got to the first outdoor table we saw to sit at and to fill up with the gas we bought at a nearby supermarket ;-)

So, here we are in Boden, thinking about how to make these kilometers against Cancer be cycled to its destination, Castellón, on time. Regards!

We reached the Baltic Sea. No mishaps. In fact, things got complicated once we got there. Our plan was to take a road along the coastline and that it would take us 6 days to Stockholm. What a nasty surprise we had! We were cycling along a road that looked like a highway, in terms of size and traffic flow, but… with no shoulder! It was madness! Trucks loaded with lumber passing us at a one-meter distance and at startling speed! Under these circumstances, respect for cyclists is nonexistent; truck drivers are not to blame but the road profile; therefore, cyclists are banned from this type of roads, especially those riding tandems and carrying bicycle bags. In fact, we were able to put up with this situation for about 10 kilometers and, in the end, we gave up. So, we took the first exit that led us to a coastal town, Jamton; and, without realizing about it yet, the new stage of the trip began. In Jamton, we asked the first person we bumped into about the different options to get to Stockholm and, once again, we met with Swedish kindness. Not only did this person got us a map, but also he went along with us for 2 kilometers in his car up to the first junction, a junction that meant a possible solution.

After all this, the “joy” of our legs was gone, not only for the mishap but because we were heading inland, along an uphill road (of course!) and which would lead us 90 kilometers further north than our plan aimed at. This feeling vanished the moment we got to the first outdoor table we saw to sit at and to fill up with the gas we bought at a nearby supermarket ;-)

So, here we are in Boden, thinking about how to make these kilometers against Cancer be cycled to its destination, Castellón, on time. Regards!

Day 7. Kolari- Overkalix

Posted by admin On Julio - 15 - 2010ADD COMMENTS

JL: 141 kilometers. 6 hours and 37 minutes.

The road sides are green walls. We pedaled for hours on end through this tunnel; trying to visualize what lies behind makes the effort more bearable. I think my partner had his mind on the same thing but we couldn’t come up with anyhing customary to say, just expressing our astonishment. We’d been like this for two days; every now and then a hole was opened and the landscape breathed. Distances are huge, they can’t covered; they don’t belong to men. Before so much nature, you feel entirely unsettled. Alone, outside the narrow cement kingdom, everything you know won’t be useful and your greatest wish is to have the skills to run like a reindeer or hunt like a wolf.

The reveille sounded at 6:30. We had to check the mechanics of the tandem. We left Kolari around 8:30 after having picked our yesterday’s wet clothes. What we couldn’t save was my rain-damaged cell phone. So, if you want to call me up, dial Ivan’s cell phone number, till I get a new one. We moved 5 kilometers forward and entered Sweden by cycling across a mighty river.
Beyond the tunnel, the border installations are deserted; the buildings that in past times tried to gate the countryside are now derelict.


















The morning went off smoothly and thanked to the sun, we could wear short-sleeved and knee-length clothes. As we move southward, we encountered new villages. This assumes an advantage as our provisioning will be supplied. The tiny Scandinavian towns we went through are lovely, at
least now in summer; I guess they aren’t that charming in winter. They are different: streets aren’t well-defined, each house is raised on the meadow itself. There are no sidewalks, there are no urbanization elements either. I guess this is not that necessary for the rest of the 7 months of the
year, throughout which the only useful thing is the snowmobile in order to go from one place to another. Every house has one of this. The same thing happens with the isolated houses in the countryside. We tried to seek the path which led us to them but this path was often nonexistent.
In summer, people get to their dwellings by car; in winter, the path would be absolutely useless, even if it did exist.

At midmorning, we met John, a Swedish cycle tourer who, in his three-week vacation, traveled the country up to the north by a recumbent bicycle and who was going back home. He offered us a series of recommendations about the road to go. We were not so sure whether to follow them because that would entail making big changes to our plans. Ignoring them altogether would be a blunder. We have to make some decisions.

In the afternoon, before arriving in Overkalix, we left Arctic Circle, going through the parallel of latitute that runs at 66º. All of a sudden, it was less cold. Tonight the sun will set just for one and a half hours, from 11:57 p.m. to 1:41 a.m. More and more people ask us who we are and where we are going. At dinnertime, a Swedish couple approached me at the canteen and asked me if I were one of the guys who was traveling Europe by tandem for the fight against cancer.In view of my surprise, they told me they found out about it at the hotel reception. Curiously enough, they have a house in Torrevieja and they know our company, Record Go.

Day 6. Enontekio- Kolari

Posted by admin On Julio - 14 - 2010ADD COMMENTS

163 km, 7:15 a.m.

IVAN: The day started off as expected, rain-drenched; we weren’t expecting such a fucking downpour, though! We could say that it was the only moment since we arrived that it got dark, but at 11 in the morning! What a freezing cloudburst! Not as lukewarm as it falls on our land, no, the rain falls cold here.

The day began like this, we set off around 8:30 and we had the chance to warm up and go for a ride for an hour before it started to deluge. From 9:30 to 12:00, it rained cats and dogs, which caused visibility problems on the road at midmorning. You can’t stop, though! Once you’re soaked, there’s no slicker that can prevent you from getting soaked to the skin; you have a duty to the machine and to your legs; a pinprick, a physical breakdown may complicate the day meanly; a 15-minute stop irremediably leads to a difficult-to-fix muscle cooling and, as a result of that, to injuries, colds, etc.

The thing is that, at 12 p.m., we got to the only place where we could have lunch, Muonio. Today’s stage took place along the border that separates Sweden from Finland, at the valley of the Tornionjoki river. 163 km to go, mind you, where you can only find a spot to have something to eat, just halfway through, if you’re lucky enough; and a stall to have a coffee after 120 km. This is one of the greatest hardships of this trip, the fact that there is nothing along the way, just more kilometers and kilometers in the enormity of the woods, and that’s it. But, well, we were fortunate today: we got to Muonio drenched by the rain so we had to get into a hotel, where we could indulge ourselves with a Finnish sauna, take a hot shower, change out of the wet clothes, and have lunch. At that point, we considered the possibility of staying there, after cycling for 81 km; but it wasn’t enough. Although we knew it would keep on pouring down, we set off hoping it was neither early nor too much.

Only 20 minutes later, our biggest fear came true: the rainfall, and good heavens, it was high abundant rainfall, soaked to the skin for more than 70 km ahead. Fortunately, the rain stopped an hour later; it cleared, alternating clouds and sun, which helped us to dry. Our full stomach made that stretch possible.

We made a stop at the coffee stall, the scenery (see above) was worth it; at a bend of the Tornionjoki river, the longest natural course river in Europe, which flows for a distance of 510 kilometers, rich in wild salmon and in Finnish fishermen. For example, after watching the fish counts in the river, they caught a 14-kilogram fish! Wow!

We set off again and the rotten luck struck back, 2 minutes and PUM, the tandem rear tire went flat, another stop and changes, hard to do this with only one hand, while you’re using the other to kill light-aircraft like Laponian mosquitoes; but well, our bodies resemble a bakery, fraught with buns, haha!

We left Norway a couple of days ago, we went through Finland and tomorrow, as soon as we set off, we’ll be in Sweden. It’s telling but during these 550 km, the landscape has dramatically changed. The current landscape is shaped by roads flanked, at both sides, by tall tree walls. It’s full of firs, since we’re getting closer to the Pallas-Yllästunturi national park, a priceless natural treasure in Finland.

Day 3. To the north of the north.

Posted by admin On Julio - 11 - 2010ADD COMMENTS

JL: From Honningsvag to Skaidi. 128 kilometers. 7 hours.

Today was the first day of serious pedaling and we had to make sure we packed correctly. It’s been really difficult to fit everything into my saddleback but after three tries I’ve finally managed to close it. It’s so tight, so dense, that I think it has started to exercise its own gravitational force over objects near it.

The day has started cold and rainy. The temperature was around 8º C, but with lower a thermal sensation caused by the wind. If, in the month of July, 200 meters above sea level, you have snow around you, it means that you are really to the north; it is not a good idea to wear shorts.

After 15 minutes of pedaling we were soaking wet and blue with cold. Hands and feet very cold, goose bumps all over and the nose and upper lip area without sensitivity, therefore, when we tried to speak we would babble ridiculously. It is necessary to arm yourself with determination to continue moving. Luckily, the rain stopped after the first hour and the wind, although cold has dried us.

Out of the 128 kilometers, 16 have been through 6 tunnels badly lit, humid and icy. These tunnels go through mountains so close to the fiord that there is barely any space left for the exterior road. The worst of them was the first one. It had 6.8 kilometers and it connects the island that is located more to the north, where North Cape is located, with the mainland of the Scandinavian peninsulas; and it does so “under the sea”. The tunnel is completely straight, it begins with a descent of 3 kilometers at a 12% slope that takes you 212 meters “under the sea floor”  after that, barely  100 meters of plain ends with another 3-4 kilometers of  rise on a 9% average slope.

The ride was very tough, but, paradoxically, the worst part was the first descent. Using our brakes to stop our 200 kilos of total weight, thrown on the downward slope in a dirty and wet road, was more than the brakes could take. After approximately 1.5 kilometers it started to smell burnt, the brakes had turned red and were squeaking like a siren, smoke was coming out of them and they stopped working. We stopped the tandem bicycle with our feet. The hind brakes are broken. We had to walk for the rest of the descent.

The landscape is breathtaking: green all over, cliffs, steep slopes, water everywhere and continuous changes of light. Water of a thousand colors, reindeers sunbathing in the river bends, fisher eagles and seagulls that look like ostriches; it is obvious that fish around here are abundant. All of that around a road that for 90 kilometers circles the second biggest fiord in Norway, where there are more people riding motorcycles, mobile homes and bicycles than cars.

We had lunch at a small Sami settlement next to the road. There, the full number of passengers traveling on a bus, all of them Italian, rushed towards us and asked us a great deal of questions, they’ve taken our pictures from head to toe and wished all kind of good wishes to us. We bought a piece of smoked salmon of about 350 grams that we devoured without any bread or piece of cutlery. Never in my life had I tried a salmon soooo delicious. I guess it is normal: fished by them and prepared to the purest traditional style without any type of artifice.

At around 17:30 we arrived to Skaidi, town with a Sami name that means “place where two rivers converge”. It is obvious that these are people of very few words.

Here we are watching the final of the World Cup with our Spanish team jerseys that were given to us as a present. Two additional things to highlight about Norway:

  • They are tremendously respectful at the wheel.
  • They are able to watch the World Cup final game without blinking and in silence. We don’t behave like that, not even when we are at the library.

IVAN: Today we’ve awaken with the firm purpose of doing everything it takes for our beloved tandem bicycle to get to Honningsvag so that we’re finally able to start with our adventure once and for all. At 9:30 am the girl that assisted us over the phone in Oslo told us that the tandem bicycle had boarded the plane that was supposed to land in Alta at 12 noon (finally, a breathe of air).

Knowing this and taking into account that we had no intention of wasting time, we’ve decided to go to North Cape by the only way we had, by bus, therefore, we were driven through the road sitting down in a comfortable bus instead of suffering/enjoying it by tandem. But anyway, this has not diminished at all the spectacular beauty of the trip, believe me when I tell you that in this short trip, that has only lasted 45 minutes, I’ve surprised myself with goose bumps, a shrunken heart and, more than once, a very complicated feeling to describe, what a view!!!!

As a comment I would like to say that I’m leaving out 30 pictures of different sights, similar to these, but I cannot fit all of them, I’m sorry.

The anecdote of the day happened when we got to North Cape, as we were approaching the ball that identifies the place, we saw a group of cyclists approaching, carrying a lot of things,  that had just arrived (another turn to the heart and a feeling of healthy envy difficult to digest), upon seeing them, JL tells me “but they look like Spaniards” and I tell him, no, that flag looks German, as they had it folded in half, right after that, one of them replies “yes, we are Spanish”. It was a group from Albacete in the last of their stages through Norway, a trip that had taken them through the coast from the Lofoten islands through Northkapp. Of course, inside of me my soul was screaming “I WANT MY TAAAAAAANDEM BICYCLE    !!!”. We had a joyful chat with them and we’ve taking the mandatory group picture.

At 1 o’clock in the afternoon we found out that the tandem bicycle had arrived to Alta airport, after JL argued with half the airport, they were loading it on a bus that would take it to Honningsvag, yay!, what a feeling of contained joy; will we find it in a good state?

At 6 o’clock in the afternoon our tandem bicycle arrived to Honningsvag, we spoke to the bus driver and he told us that he’d bring it to our hostel where we’ve been staying since yesterday. Tandem unloaded, assembled and checked. Just waiting to see how it will go when we ride it, at least for now everything seems fine.

Tomorrow we depart on our way to Castellon. Grandma: get the rice for the paella ready for around 2:00 pm, if the day goes well, we might show up in Castellon on time for lunch ;) )

JL: Great, we’re finally in Honningsvag, base town from which all expeditions to North Cape leave (located 34 kilometers away). It is 00:35 and it is broad daylight. In fact, there’s not even a sign of sunset any time soon, at this time of year we are in the time of the “midnight sun”. We will need to close our eyes with all our anger.

From 03:30 until 21:15 our route has been Valencia-Paris-Oslo-Alta by plane and from Alta to Honningsvag we traveled by land. Things haven’t gone the way we expected. One of the worst things that could have happened. The airline SAS has “forgotten” our tandem bicycle in Paris. We learned about this when we landed in Oslo where we filed the complaint with the following result: they “guaranteed us” that tonight they will be shipping the tandem bicycle in a flight from Paris to Oslo; tomorrow, Saturday it will leave on a flight from Oslo to Alta, and from there, it will be transported by land to our hostel in Honningsvag, where it will arrive late in the afternoon. Can you believe it?…………

If this is the way things go, and since it does not get dark here at night, we are thinking about sleeping all day long and when the tandem bicycle arrives we might get on it and pedal all night. This problem threatens to delay our planned trip for at least one day; this could mean that we would have to modify all the reservations for the next 20 days (hotels and ferries). A great deal of work….
Apart from this bad luck, we’ve also had a wonderful experience. Upon landing in Alta, we ran into a man that was waiting for his parents at the airport with a truck to drive them to Honningsvag (234 kilometers away). I asked him and he offered to drive us, selflessly, since we shared the same destination. On the way he talked to us about the geography, history, custom and Norwegian languages. It was an authentic priceless master class. Among other things, he told us that for him we were “strangers” and that in Norway the word does not mean an “unknown person” but “a friend you still have not met”.

And, to top it all off, he was our “taxi driver”, giving us a tour around the town and dropping us off directly at the hostel door. He introduced us to his parents, his wife and his dog. He and his wife accompanied us to visit the Artic Ice Bar, owned by a Spanish couple. Apart from this, they’ve invited us, to join them the day after tomorrow, to watch the World Cup final in a hut they own heading south, in Skaidi (coinciding with one of our final stages). They will watch the final inside a jacuzzi (that fits 8 people) with water at a temperature of 38 ºC and a beer in the hand and, after that, they’ve invited us to sleep over at their house with their family. What a great show of hospitality of two people we’ve just met! They insisted so much that we are taken aback by their generosity. At this time we still don’t know what to do, whether to accept their offer or run way. We’ve agreed to call them tomorrow.

The hostel owner has two bicycles. We might borrow them to get to North Cape instead of going by bus. We wouldn’t be able to do it with our tandem bicycle, Paco, but at least we would go pedaling and we would remain faithful to the spirit of the trip. We’ll see what happens after breakfast and after the first early calls to the airline.

About Norway, the first impressions are:

• It seems like the country is brand new, that’s just been unpacked. The landscape shows itself clean and with pure and strong colors.

• Prices have nothing to do with ours: for example, two water bottles, a small salad and two Bolognese spaghetti bowls, 64 €.

• The Scandinavians handle scissors as if they were true scissor devils; they would go for any haircut.

J.L.:
As you know, the car rental company where Ivan and I work, Record Go, feels identified with the sporting –solidarity proposal that we posed and decided to make it its own. Since then, they have offered us all their moral support and time and all the resources we needed. On our part, we will undergo a great physical and mental effort, but a project like this is only possible with the help of many people, with a team that has a shared vision and inside an organisation as open and audacious as Record Go. The impulse of the General Direction, Victor Carratalá, and our partner Agustin Lara, Online Marketing Manager, who has spent a great amount of work and all his department’s knowledge to promote this challenge, have been essential.

This teamwork is largely responsible for the award granted by the Castellón Chamber of Commerce for best CSR initiative.

The Corporate Social Responsibility (CSR) is a very long name that ultimately comes to express the desire and commitment of the organisations, in addition to conducting its business successfully, to integrate social concerns into the culture of the company, in their daily activities, and actively and voluntarily contribute to social improvement.

The Castellón Chamber of Commerce organizes every year the Award Accord. This annual competition rewards annually the best company of Castellón with the best CSR project. This past week, the jury granted the 2010 award to Record Go Rent Car’s project “Europe on a Tandem bike. Kilometres against Cancer”.

I think that the companies not only communicate through the product / service that they put on the market and the marketing strategy they display for sale. They further communicate daily through the decisions they make, the management style that characterizes them and the projects they are able to undertake. Each act portrays us individually or collectively.

Therefore, we better make an effort to carry out beautiful acts. Undoubtedly, the organisations concerned in awakening a sense of belonging in its members, become excellent places to work, improve on a daily basis, obtain better results and shine above their competitors.

We are very grateful for the recognition that the Jury Award Accord gave us. Surely, the other projects participating were also worthy of receiving the prise.
Thank you all.

Here is the proof:

IVAN: July 7th, two days left before the exit that will lead us to North Cape, to travel the 5,000 km which separate this particular point of departure from our adventure, the European “Finisterre”, the final point, our land, Castellón.

Speaking about the daily 150 km,  about the donations for the fight against cancer, of the tandem bike named Paco (Pa’Conseguir combatir el cancer – To fight and beat cancer) or about the European countries that we will cross,  is like “raining in something wet ,” since I imagine that by now everyone knows that this is a sporting challenge of solidarity, there are channels of donation, that the company we work for, RECORD GO, has become the main “donor” because it will donate 1 euro per kilometre travelled to the account of the AECC and the UICC, or that  Viajes Ecuador has sponsored our flight to the starting destination, or even of the help given by tostadora.com selling t-shirts, or of our friend “Manolo from Macer” of Castellón that, in his truck repair shop, has assembled us a “contraption tripod “that will allow us to record from a side angle.

What I think we have not shown in a clear way is the ROUTE that we intend to follow  (if you pay attention, I speak in conditional form, since speaking in perfect future with so many days ahead and so many potential problems, would be a mistake).

And the luggage for these 40 days was:

CLOTHES 3 shorts, 2 mallots, a pair of gloves, 2 windshields, 2 thermal shirts, 4 pairs of socks, a waterproof cape (thin), 3 pants, a helmet, a pair of glasses, three t-shirts of the Europe on Tandem), 1 shirt, 1 pair of trousers , 1 pair of shorts, a thin fleece, a pair of sandals, automatic boots and slippers.

TECHNOLOGY 2 GoPro cameras for the tandem (so you can follow us in our YouTube channel), a Lumix digital photo camera that Geo-references the photos (you can see in our Flickr page), a video camera (courtesy of TVE, for the “Action direct “program of La 2), 7 Mini-DV video tapes, a laptop computer (to write our posts in this blog), a UMTS (Internet connection), a GPS, a USB port multiplexer, a mobile phone with Internet connection (to also be present on Facebook), and chargers and holders for all the electronics devices, of course zillions of SD memory cards.

Pharmacy: Frenadol, Voltaren, Fortasec, Daflon, Supradina, Aftersun, Xicil, Minerals, Mosquito Repellent. I hope to put all this in the only bag I have, as you can see in the picture, the bag is at the end, and size and if I’m not mistaken with my calculations, I would say it will not fit,  but anyway, I will let you know.

J.L:

And I add to the list …
The tandem bicycle packed and labelled for “undergoing” flights and layovers to North Cape.

And let’s not forget the plane ticket (thanks Ximo, thanks Viajes Ecuador).


Greetings to all, since the next post will already be from North Cape!







IVAN:

Jose Luis, yesterday I read your verse and with delight I accept the challenge,

And the thing is that we leave for North Cape in two weeks,

to cross Europe in or tandem bikes, courageous and dignified,

seeing reindeers, salmons and the typical giant crab.

A long time of early morning rises, cold, rain and suffering;

since we have already trained for 10 months,

and don’t misinterpret me, I’m not complaining,

look at me, or do you not see me happier?
We travelled all over Spain and even the Apostle James greeted us,

and many ports crowned, I remember two in particular

in the moorland Avila, and here the dreaded tower looked.
With the most important thing I finish what intends to be a sonnet,

for to bring down the cancer like a domino,

we expect donations, remember, not just sporting is the challenge.

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