06-07/07/2004
Border line

One day you find yourself on some dusty country road desperately seeking for shade at the siesta hour,
the next only 150km more to the North you jump into the car for hot coffee after your morning shower under a clouthy sky with an ice cold wind tearing at you.
Another 100 more to the North they forecast rain.
Burgos looks pretty and lively but I don't dig no cold feet in the Summer, that is not what this is all about.