Last night's sojourn into the parallel world of Three-Thirty Land resulted in me getting lost on the way back to the hotel and taking the shortest taxi ride in world history (left at the roundabout and stop!).

Amazingly the Goat had got back under his own steam leaving me to beg a duplicate key to the room from the night porter.

Berbinzana, Rio Arga - midday. The Goat is gloating because he thinks I have cracked on the 3rd day. OK so I fell off the bike on the cobbles in Artajona, lost half a bottle of water and then took the wrong road out of town.

And I may have lost half my clothes - socks and vest left in the hotel room and pants inexplicably somewhere along the road. But apart from that everything is fine and at least the panniers weigh less now.

Calahorra, Rioja Country 6pm finish. We have got the Third Day Blues. In a tour of 10 days energy levels seem to be at their lowest at the end of the 3rd day.

All the miles and the blistering heat result in a cumulative drain on the body's reserves which seem to build up again from Day 4 onwards.

It is an effort to think straight. We have conversations that we cannot complete due to intense lethargy.

The Goat rummages around in a pannier for a poorly washed sock and forgets why he is looking for it. Reaching for that bottle of San Miguel is almost a problem. There is nothing more to say today and if there was I would be too tired to say it. Adios amigos.