Check in here for our progress, or lack thereof, as we attempt to cross the Pyranees then France on our tandem. The first post will hopefully appear on 24th July.
I had pictured this day in my mind many a time over the last few months. Bowling down the Loire in relatively familiar territory. The day started cold but bright. Cold enough for us to put on our jackets. We cycled through Tours in early Sunday morning sun and the absence of the srum of cars, buses, trams, pedestrians and cyclists of yesterday. This meant miles of utter lawlessness as we ran red lights, careered the wrong way round roundabouts and nipped across pavements. We stopped the moment we saw a boulangerie, stocked up on pain au chocolat, then stopped at the first bar tabac that was open. It is one of the wonderful things about France that you can buy pastries somewhere, then stop somewhere else for your coffees and get your pastries out. How civilised! Tours seems to be full of rivers. Not content with just the Loire, it has included the Cher and all sorts of little tributaries within its boundary. Today's journey started with several bridges to be...
The alarm sounded. We ignored it, happy in the knowledge that today was quite a short day. Not as short as yesterday but still a mere 34 miles. I've kept the next two days short because of the word, Pyranees. Actually, leaving Bilbao was seriously up. The sat nav tried taking us up a street which was so steep, it was actual stairs. We made the sat nav think again and it took us up a street which might as well have been stairs. Five minutes of that and we decided it was time for breakfast. We stopped at a little roadside bar and had little baps full of prosciutto type ham and a coffee. I now know these little baps, which are a ubiquitous part of the Spanish diet - it seems - are called pinchos. We are also discovering that they include this ham with every dish that they make. Chicken and ham. Tuna and ham. Prawn and ham, Pork and ham... As we set off again, I remembered something which a Spanish man had called out to us yesterday. We didn't know one word of what h...
We slept on our bed with no covers in our static caravan. Not because it was hot. In fact, it was cold. But the ferocious staff only gave us one sheet and two pillow cases. It's an odd feeling, going to bed fully clothed in your 'day' clothes but without the security of a sheet. Just a sheet. That's all you need as a barrier between you and the outside world. In spite of such an extreme bed situation, we slept. Every now and again, we would wake up and find something else to put on but we slept. Because we had passed no shops for miles the previous day, we had no food or drinks so when the alarm went off at 7am, we had no choice but to have a drink of water (no alternative beverages being available), get into our wet, cold clothes (we had washed them the night before) load up the tandem and go. But not before the lady in white appeared and demanded €10 with menaces for kindly lending us the inadequate bedding. It wasn't the easiest first few miles. No breakfast, n...
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