Animo!
Sat in the pub, pint in hand, gradually defrosting by the open fire after an excitingly wet slip and slide on the local tracks and the conversation once again turns to the idea of the winter getaway. This is often akin to the “if I was a millionaire” line of pub chat that culminates in pump tracks and uplift buggies. All the usual locations are thrown in the mix, Finale, Malaga, the more adventurous 36-hour journey to the southern hemispheres mecca of NZ, but this time something a little different creeps into the options list.
Alicante, better know for boozy weekends in Benidorm, than a riding mecca. But after pouring over the available resources, namely online maps, the lay of the land looked promising. This idea had some legs. Further research after the pub didn't throw up a huge amount of existing trail networks or anything in the area we were looking, principally the town of Polop and the Guadalest valley, winding its way up to Abdet. The area of mountains around there is so vast, we decided it was necessary to initially focus on one specific area, that said, we had countless peaks, valleys and passes to discover in the relatively small area we had chosen.
This was happening, we were invested, we’d bought a paper map and everything. Flights booked, accommodation found, rental car/shuttle bus booked. The excitement was building, along with the niggling worry that we might strike out and nothing would be rideable.
We lucked out.
Day one, bikes built and an afternoon pedal from the door towards the nearest huge lump of rock, Ponoig, quickly revealed a pedally but fun lap in the woods followed by a twisting network of flat-out XC trails back into the village, beers on the balcony and basking in the warm glow of satisfaction.
We had hit it off on day one, and we were in our stride. The whole week of riding did not disappoint, each day packing our bags with the staples of fresh bread, cheese and chorizo added to the all-important “summit” beers that quickly became our daily celebration of topping out. There is a vast selection of hills in the area over 1000m, topping out on Aitana at 1558m, considering you’re starting from near sea level, this makes for some pretty big days out, with plenty to celebrate at the top. After discovering huge hanging valleys, knife-edge ridge lines and massive boulder fields, we unfailingly found technical descents, flowing twisty single track and endless testing switchbacks for thousands of meters back into the valleys, finishing each adventure in the warm winter sun, sat on the balcony with another fine meal and couple of local Cerveza.
We’re pretty convinced we’ve found a winter paradise retreat from harsh UK conditions. We barely scratched the surface in a week of solid riding, now we’re looking forward to another winter, so we can book some more flights.
It’s the rocky loose sort of riding I love the best. Crazy not to visit southern Spain or Portugal if living Europe in winter time. Only trouble is it rubs in quite how rubbish the UK is in the depths of winter.
It was more than 10 years ago (my daughter is Valenciana) ... We didn't have the light technology to ride nights.
We could ride summer indeed but at 5am until 10am , ""Joe ke calo""
Thank's for good mood!
Some friends of mine has got a house in Benijofar west of Alicante. Which village/town did you ride out of the most? Or for the best riding?
I need to determine how far of a drive it would be to find great riding there.
Looking on a map where Benijofar is all our riding locations are over an hours drive, up to 1 1/2. I hear there is loads of riding in the sierra espuna national park which looks closer. Local knowledge is definatly the way to go. If theres a local bike shop they should know where the good stuff is!
We're all based in the Lake District in the UK so rocky terrain is what we're used to, made it feel like a (dry and dusty) home from home!