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Lao Tzu

Beaune to Barcelona by bike

Since I was enjoying the recumbent so much I decided that cycling to Spain would be a good idea. I didn't have time to cycle all the way from England and so started at Beaune, just south of Dijon, in France. For two reasons: It was just over 1000km so I could do it in two weeks, and European Bike Express could take me and the bike there.

Date of event: 7/5/2009

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12.19pm This was where I had lunch, Restaurant D'O, in a small town called Job, about 10km short of the place where I was to camp.

It was the nicest lunch I was to have I think: a lovely salad that looked like a work of art, and Osso Bucco with Pommes Boulangere for the main course. The first time I'd had it and it was fantastic. Followed by a plate of cheeses and then a chocolate mouse.

The place was delightful, the man was a bit of a slob but the woman was dressed, unusually, but with style and attention to detail and colour. When I looked around I noticed that the same attention was lent to everything. The salad, the bottles of sirop, the hand-painted frieze around the walls, the dried flower decorations on the table and, of course, the food.

For dinner I had a picnic, thanks to the local supermarket, of Rose wine, Rillette de oie, toms, avocado, olives and bread.

 

Stats: 45km, avg 11km/hr, max 48.7km/hr, time 4hrs Today was going to have the largest climb so far, steep and long. Every time I mentioned where I was going to someone they whistled and held their hands at a 45 degree angle.

 

8.49am The first 20km or so were flattish and very pretty, with, as you can see, lovely tarmac. I told you I was becoming a bore.

 

It was a lovely hour or so of riding.

 

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Job: lunch
12.19pm This was where I had lunch, Restaurant D'O, in a small town called Job, about 10km short of the place where I was to camp. <p>It was the nicest lunch I was to have I think: a lovely salad that looked like a work of art, and Osso Bucco with Pommes Boulangere for the main course. The first time I'd had it and it was fantastic. Followed by a plate of cheeses and then a chocolate mouse.<p>The place was delightful, the man was a bit of a slob but the woman was dressed, unusually, but with style and attention to detail and colour. When I looked around I noticed that the same attention was lent to everything. The salad, the bottles of sirop, the hand-painted frieze around the walls, the dried flower decorations on the table and, of course, the food.<p>For dinner I had a picnic, thanks to the local supermarket, of Rose wine, Rillette de oie, toms, avocado, olives and bread.
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Job: lunch

Day 6: Ambert to Sembadel-Gare
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Day 6: Ambert to Sembadel-Gare

Flat and pretty
8.49am The first 20km or so were flattish and very pretty, with, as you can see, lovely tarmac. I told you I was becoming a bore.
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Flat and pretty

Cornflowers
It was a lovely hour or so of riding.
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Cornflowers