{"id":2623,"date":"2019-09-10T23:24:16","date_gmt":"2019-09-10T22:24:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=2623"},"modified":"2019-09-10T23:33:58","modified_gmt":"2019-09-10T22:33:58","slug":"week-35-aigues-and-agost-fiestas-la-vuelta-in-busot","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.fotocycle.dk\/paws\/?page_id=2623","title":{"rendered":"Week 35: Aig\u00c3\u00bces and Agost fiestas, la Vuelta in Busot"},"content":{"rendered":"

A blog marked by the late summer fiestas in the small towns around here which I visit on my bicycle, and the Vuelta a Espa\u00c3\u00b1a bicycle race came through our part of Spain, including the nearby village of Busot where I cycle 2-3 times a week.<\/p>\n

35_1<\/strong>
\nThe blog starts with Sunday afternoon at the beach. As is my habit, I went down to the Xaloc beach bar for my afternoon pint(s). For the princely sum of 3 Euro I get a pint of good Spanish beer (particularly good from the tap on a warm afternoon), a small bowl of olives, and I then sit back and take in the sights on the beach. Here, a father with his young son on their way to the water:
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35_2<\/strong>
\nAnd here, women of various backgrounds and with different styles of dress, leaving the beach:
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35_3<\/strong>
\nOn Monday afternoon, the 3rd stage of the Vuelta a Espa\u00c3\u00b1a was run in the mountains around Alicante. I was really excited about the race coming to my “playground”, so I took Monday afternoon off to go and watch it pass Busot, one of the villages on my standard itinerary. Of course, when you go to see a bicycle you come on bicycle yourself–in this case, my Boardman:
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35_4<\/strong>
\nI had chosen a particular roundabout as the place to watch, partly because it was a good vantage point and partly because I knew that the racers would have to slow down to negotiate the curve. Many others had the same idea, and I was delighted to run into this Danish-Polish couple whom I had met a few months earlier during a ride to Jijona–on that occasion we started chatting because I was wearing my Danish cycling jersey, and as I was wearing the same outfit this time, they recognised me:
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35_5<\/strong>
\nThe crowd on the roundabout, waiting:
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35_6<\/strong>
\nFinally, the peleton passes by in a whirld of colours and faces. At this stage, the cyclists have around 170 km in their legs, so they look remarkably fresh:
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35_7<\/strong>
\nBut some of them, like Fabio Aru (who won the 2015 edition of the Vuelta), had clearly been down on the tarmac earlier in the stage, as evidenced by the heavy bandages on his left leg (Aru had to abandon the race after stage 12 due to a muscle injury):
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35_8<\/strong>
\nAfter the main bunch had passed by, a couple of stragglers, one of whom had also clearly had problems earlier on the route, came by on their way to the finish in Alicante:
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More photos from the Vuelta are here<\/a>.<\/p>\n

35_9<\/strong>
\nOn Tuesday morning, it was windy and there was some rain out over the Mediterranean:
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35_10<\/strong>
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35_11<\/strong>
\nBack at the office, the metal dinosaurs were busy munching the abandoned construction project:
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35_12<\/strong>
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35_13<\/strong>
\nAt home, my mother’s cactus and its offspring delivered an explosion of flowers:
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35_14<\/strong>
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35_15<\/strong>
\nOn Thursday afternoon I was back in Aig\u00c3\u00bces on my bicycle, and watched the preparations for that evening’s installment of the week-long Moros y Cristianos fiesta. Friends greet each other:
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35_16<\/strong>
\nReflecting the nature of this fiesta as a real community effort, both young and not-so-young came by to help set up the tables:
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35_17<\/strong>
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35_18<\/strong>
\nHere is the entire police force of Aig\u00c3\u00bces, in conversation with one of the residents:
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35_19<\/strong>
\nI was back in the village Friday morning (I had taken the day off). Around 10:30, people were milling around on the square, waiting for the day’s festivities to begin:
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35_20<\/strong>
\nThen I heard music, signalling the imminent arrival of the marching band:
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35_21<\/strong>
\nIt was early, but they had already walked around the village for some time, and they were hot and thirsty:
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35_22<\/strong>
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35_23<\/strong>
\nThe little boy seems to be looking enviously at his father’s beer:
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35_24<\/strong>
\nThis lady yelled, “\u00c2\u00bfQuien quiere cerveza?” (“who wants beer?”) and was greeted with a chorus of replies, “\u00c2\u00a1Yo!” (“me!”):
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35_25<\/strong>
\nAnd there was breakfast too, by the looks of it coca<\/em>, the local version of pizza:
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35_26<\/strong>
\nAfter taking in the Moros y Cristianos in Aig\u00c3\u00bces, I continued on to Busot, 8 km away. Just before reaching that village, I came across these amazingly agile goats:
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35_27<\/strong>
\nThey had been grazing closer to the road but scurried up and away when I approached. Perhaps they did not like the colours of my outfit:
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35_28<\/strong>
\nOn Saturday morning, the last day of August, my wife and I walked down to the beach to watch the sunrise. We were not the only ones with that idea:
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35_29<\/strong>
\nAnd it was indeed pretty:
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35_30<\/strong>
\nAn unusual photo in two ways–first, I rarely walk in the water like this (I generally dislike water unless it is suitably diluted) and second, I rarely post pictures of me:
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35_31<\/strong>
\nI then turned my lens to things illuminated by the rising sun. First, the buildings of El Campello:
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35_32<\/strong>
\nThen, just the sand and the water:
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35_33<\/strong>
\nLater in the morning I went for my usual bike ride, this time to Agost. While looking for a bench to drink my Coke, I noticed the Brazilian-themed painting on the pavement:
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35_34<\/strong>
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35_35<\/strong>
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35_36<\/strong>
\nThen I heard music, and this very informal marching band came by:
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35_37<\/strong>
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35_38<\/strong>
\nI never found out what, if any, is the connection between a small town in the mountains above Alicante and Brazil. Maybe the whole thing is just an excuse for another fiesta, the people around here are good at that:
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35_39<\/strong>
\nFinally, a pure grab shot from the centre of Alicante. I needed kimchi for a dish I was making for dinner, and the only places in Alicante where I can find it are the Chinese groceries in the centre. I liked the bulletin board outside the shop, with its mix of Chinese and Spanish:
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