It was an earlyish start, the father taught classes at the local school as apparently the area is not very religious, which considering how I was still fairly low was perfect for me, so I spent the day following the Rio Mantaro valley, and generally climbing up slowly. The sky was quite overcast at times, and about 5km before the town of Mariscal Cáceres I finally did it, and ran into a rainstorm while on my bike. It started to bucket it down, and I tried to take shelter under the overhang of a house, which worked for about 2 minutes and then I just got wet. I waited for over 30 minutes, but there was no sign of it slowing down, so I just got back on the bike and rode. It wasn’t the nicest, but knowing that there was a real place to hide from the rain 20 minutes down the road definitely helped.
I arrived in Mariscal Cáceres and stopped at the first restaurant-like thing to get out of the rain, which was still torrential. I entered, and got myself a cuppa to warm up. Over the next couple of hours, while waiting for the rain to stop, I sat around and chatted with the owners. By the time it got dark, and a group of construction workers came in to get their company-paid dinner, I realised I wasn’t going to get anywhere that night. I ordered a dinner, and the owner invited me to sleep on the floor if I wanted. It seemed easier than going to find the police, so I accepted. By 9pm, the workers were all gone, everything was cleaned up and the owners left. I got my mattress ready and was about to sleep, when the owner’s son and his cousin came back. It turned out that we were going to have a slumber party. They laid their mattress down next to mine, and we chatted a little, while watching TV, before I made my excuses and went to sleep – the owner would be back at 4am and I wanted to sleep.