A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
A good traveler has no fixed plans and is not intent on arriving.
My third year of cycling through France, this trip started in Orléans, followed the Loire to Nevers, then switched rivers to follow the Allier, went through the Massif Central, down to the Med and then back inland before going over the Pyrenees and to Roses (pronounced RosAs by the way). 1121km not including 50 or 60 not counted along the way.
The second part of the trip, from the Massif to Spain was largely the route I'd done two years ago and had enjoyed so much. I'd started in Orléans largely because the dates that European Bike Express offered allowed me to arrive in Allègre to coincide with the Human Powered Vehicle Festival (VPH) held there every year.
Date of event: 7/8/2011
Again, not sure where but I stopped exactly here a couple of years ago, it's the point at which I regret, this year and two years ago, not having stopped to buy food in St Ambroix because I now realise I'm starving. Can't remember what I had to eat either I think all I had was some energy bar and water. Not exactly the best that french gastronomy has to offer.
Whatever it was I was eating I wasn't eating it fast enough for the small dog who lived in the garden next to where I had stopped. A pug with attitude, who was vociferously keen to see me gone. Yap, yap and bleedin' yap until I couldn't stand it any more.
The rollover to this image is a photo of the beautiful blue flowers that you see everywhere, I was told they're called "len" a word I've not found in the dictionary, but having looked them up I find they're chicory.
I think this is the Gard, just after Vézénobres, pretty, but my notes say slow, poor tarmac all the way to Lézan.
At Lézan I couldn't find the road out, this in spite of having a gps and in spite of the fact I'd also got lost here two years ago. Part of the problem came because I was asking the way to Attuech rather than Massillargues-Attuech.
I did manage to get some water though, I mention this because everywhere was shut. In the end some teenager types instructed some much younger kid on a bike to take me to where there was a tap.
I couldn't believe it, all my bad luck with photographing birds was ended. This hawk, stayed put while I parked, fumbled, found my camera and took this photo of him.
It was funny that along the route, part of which I'd done before, some parts I remembered vividly and other parts I don't remember seeing before, ever.