We’re at the Lagos de Covadonga.

Carlos Barredo’s grandmother wells up, ‘my God, my God’ she keeps repeating as Carlos’s amigo hugs her – the man himself hurtled past just seconds ago to join the immortals as a winner on the Lagos de Covadonga.

Lagos de Covadonga
Carlos’ best pal shouts himself silly with only 150m to go. Photo©Ed Hood

They’re standing beside us at the 150m to go mark, and in the mist and cloud: once again, QuickStep have done the job.

Lagos de Covadonga
Grannie Barredo cries with happiness. Photo©Ed Hood

The break survivors limp by before a snarling Ezequiel Mosquera flashes past, intent on putting as much time into the other ‘heads’ as he possibly can.

Lagos de Covadonga
Ezequiel Mosquera rattles past, full of concentration. Photo©Ed Hood

And now it’s 18:00 and we’re in the bus driving down the cloud-shrouded road back to the press room.

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Ten hours ago the rain was falling on the trees outside our balcony when we awoke. Through the gaps in the foliage we could see the tips of the foothills of the Picos, bursting through the clouds.

Vehicular access to the Covadonga climb is tightly controlled on race day so we: were going to have to: head up into the clouds by shuttle bus; ‘just one bus, 3pm, 30 people, no more!‘ – we made sure our names were first on Head of Press Relations Maria’s list.

The press room (from where the bus left) is 25 K from the top of the climb, and fills the Sports Hall at Cangas de Onis – just two Ks from our austere digs out in the wilds. It: felt like the Marie Celeste compared to a Tour press room.

We fired our words and pictures from yesterday’s: recce that we drove: into the cybershere, and then it was: time for a beer and some tapas, after which we arrived back at the press room at 2:55pm and the ‘only one bus’ is pulling out.

Desperate journos chased it down the street; ‘wooooaaaahhhhhhhh!’ as one guy thumped on the side of the coach as it accelerated down the street. A Vuelta staffer jumped out in front of it, but the driver wasn’t impressed; ‘the bus is full, I go!

Just as it looked like one of the journos was going to have a seizure, Maria appeared; ‘there are two buses, now!

Our transport to Los Lagos.
Our transport to Los Lagos. Photo©Martin Williamson

The guy at the bus door asked us to show him our names on the list – which we registered for at 10:00am remember.

We weren’t on it, but he just: shrugged and handed us the list and a pen – we’re on our way!

Al updated us by text;

“9 riders away in the rain, time for my siesta before the finish. I’m not doing the race report for Pez, so I probably can’t sleep. Now, if I was doing the report I’d probably would sleep through it!”

We got to Covadonga village and the climb was locked down tight – so glad we did our preview yesterday. The rain was drizzling, the bus engine whined in a low gear and the ‘civilians’ on foot stare enviously in through the windows, their up-turned thumbs elicit no mercy from our stoney faced driver.

Cyclists got in the way of the bus,but our man crunched a down shift and up we droned through the trees which slapped the side of the bus for it’s foolishness in venturing up here.

‘Honk! Honk!’ he blasted the air horn, to no avail – another crunching gear change.

The rain made the greenery even more lush – it was like driving through a rain forest – ‘Parp! Parp!’

Al kept us right with another text as the cows looked up from their grazing;

“Nico Sijmens (Cofidis), Pierre Cazaux (FdJ), Oliver Kaisen (Omega Pharma-Lotto), Carlos Barredo (QuickStep), Martin Velits (HTC-Columbia) and Greg Van Avermaet (Omega Pharma Lotto) peloton at 7:37.”

The cloud: closed in – not good news for the autofocus, the horn blasts got longer, ‘Paaaarp! Paaarp!’ as desperate cyclists and walkers battled up through the gloom.

Martin was happy though, he couldn’t see the 500 foot drop on his side of the bus that made driving ‘a little tricky’ up here yesterday.

Visibility was almost zero, white mist enveloped us but still we climbed. Three Ks to go and we dropped down the first dip – slowly.

The last kilometre, it dips, the lake is over to our right but we couldn’t see it in the murk. Guys high on wine: or goodness-knows-what jumped out, shouting and wide-eyed, in front of us and stop the bus – wild!

The Vuelta finish line is a relaxed place, until five minutes to go.
The Vuelta finish line is a relaxed place, until five minutes to go. Photo©Ed Hood

Eventually, we pulled in to the car park just down from the summit. Track suit bottoms, Goretex jacket, hat – it wasn’t a nice day. The visitors’ centre near the top was shut, so we took a few pics and wondered what we’d do for the next hour.

Pipes and drums accompanied our snacks and race watching on the TV.
Pipes and drums accompanied our snacks and race watching on the TV. Photo©Ed Hood

But then we heard a familiar sound, ‘the skirl of the pipes’ – they have bagpipes in Asturias too, not just Bonnie Scotland. The sound of the pipes lead us to a big hospitality tent, just off the summit – free soup, nibbles and drinks – that was more like it!

Imagine our delight at this sight in the rain.
Imagine our delight at this sight in the rain. Photo©Martin Williamson
And there were TV monitors - perfect!
And there were TV monitors – perfect! Photo©Ed Hood
Beers lined up, for those that wanted.
Beers lined up, for those that wanted. Photo©Ed Hood
But we preferred the bean soup.
But we preferred the bean soup. Photo©Ed Hood

The break was still clear but behind, Mosquera had marshalled his foot soldiers; grim faced they fired the first salvos, but it was General Mosquera who had to fight the last minutes of the battle all alone, ten kilometres up into the Picos.

Barredo attacked the break, Velits countered, but the Spaniard was smooth and fluid to the hunched back and bent elbows of Velits.

Up front Nibali threw his best men into the fray.

The tent roof was leaking but there were lovely cakes being passed round, we could live with a few drips.

Barredo was only losing time slowly, Wilfried Peeters screamed up in the team car; ‘you can do this Carlos!

The piper blasted our ears as back among the GC guys Kreuziger drove through sodden green forest, few were able to hold the infernal Galicia and Liquigas tempo.

Sergei Ouschakov popped in for a beer - whilst having a smoke.
Sergei Ouschakov popped in for a beer – whilst having a smoke. Photo©Ed Hood

It was time for us to go, brave the rain and take up our position on the finish straight.

The PR girls dished out the last hats of the day.
The PR girls dished out the last hats of the day. Photo©Ed Hood
Soigneurs scurried up the hill, carrying their riders' rain jackets and warm hats and gloves.
Soigneurs scurried up the hill, carrying their riders’ rain jackets and warm hats and gloves. Photo©Martin Williamson

Suddenly, the police motorcyclists appeared out the mist and Barredo, triumphant, smiling as he flew past his pal and his grannie.

A special day for Carlos today.
A special day for Carlos today. Photo©Martin Williamson

The break survivors scrabbled for the crumbs.

Sijmens second.
Sijmens second. Photo©Martin Williamson
Velits third.
Velits third. Photo©Ed Hood

Then it was Mosquera, fighting for every tick of the second hand.

Nibali, the other Velits and Rodriguez were glued to each other.
Nibali, the other Velits and Rodriguez were glued to each other. Photo©Ed Hood
Tondo was a loser today.
Tondo was a loser today. Photo©Martin WIlliamson

Already, riders were freewheeling off the mountain.

The Galicia guys and Nico Roche well wrapped up.
The Galicia guys and Nico Roche well wrapped up. Photo©Martin WIlliamson

Frank Schleck freewheeled back to the team car bare-headed; that’s not a good idea, Frank.

Many of them were wasted.
Many of them were wasted. Photo©Martin WIlliamson
Even after all that, Zeke manages to look cool.
Even after all that, Zeke manages to look cool. Photo©Martin Williamson

We had to get back to the bus – there was no way we wanted to walk out of there.

Still the stragglers rode to the finish; there's Johnnie Walker.
Still the stragglers rode to the finish; there’s Johnnie Walker. Photo©Ed Hood

And then it was time for the pictures that you only get if you’re on the territory and looking for them.

The soigneurs almost ran back to the team cars - they didn't want to be left up here with the bears and the wolves either.
The soigneurs almost ran back to the team cars – they didn’t want to be left up here with the bears and the wolves either. Photo©Martin Williamson
Riders stopped to chat to friends on the way back down, whilst passing teammates chide them, 'get back to the car, you'll get cold, we need to go!'
Riders stopped to chat to friends on the way back down, whilst passing teammates chide them, ‘get back to the car, you’ll get cold, we need to go!’ Photo©Martin Williamson

The first funny moment was when Nibali made the UCI dope test chaperone run to keep up with him.

Just letting the brakes off a little, then a little more...
Just letting the brakes off a little, then a little more… Photo©Martin Williamson
Cav had a quick word with Martin.
Cav had a quick word with Martin. Photo©Ed Hood

Rodriguez couldn’t find his team car, and kidded on he had been abandoned here. He joked around for us, trying to hitch a ride from the team vehicles leaving the car park.

Aw, c'mon guys - give me a lift!
Aw, c’mon guys – give me a lift! Photo©Ed Hood

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And now we’re back at the press room, with a return flight to Scotland tomorrow afternoon. It’ll be some time on Tuesday when we pause and think; ‘we were at Lagos de Covadonga on Sunday, wow!’