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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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14.24pm on the other side of those hills is my destination for today, St Hippolyte du Fort, though I don't particularly know it's my destination, that is to say I'm just pedalling until I don't want to. Actually, that's not quite true there have been a number of times when I can't exactly say I wanted to be pedalling but I still did.

Actually, I almost didn't get to Saint Hippolyte I was a bit tired for the last little bit going up those hills, mountains they felt like by the time I was going up them. There was a camp site just before the top but it was downhill to get to it and it was more than I could bear to go downhill and then have to go back up to get out the following morning so I just carried on.

 

Just coming up to 3 o'clock, it's hot but I'm there. Actually I feel a lot better than I should given the distance.

 

Perhaps this is the Fort part of Saint Hippolyte du Fort... I'm just going out of town to the campsite that I was told is out this way by a couple of cool dudes who were leaning on a fence wondering what I was riding.

 

These were the lovely people I met after one them walked over and lent me a hammer when they saw me looking around for a stone to hammer in my tent pegs. Elke & Roland.

Actually, they also helped me make the fact that I'd been carrying an aluminium cup attached to my bike make sense. They offered me a Pastis but only had two glasses, I dashed over to my pitch to return, triumphant, with the cup in question.

We spent a very pleasant couple of hours chatting and drinking, it turned out we had a lot in common. It could just be that the pastis is the reason this photo is a bit blurry ;-)

Certainly the pastis, the sausages and chips with salad and rosé wine for dinner in the camp-site restaurant, helped eradicate any trace of tiredness in my legs.

 

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Camel
14.24pm on the other side of those hills is my destination for today, St Hippolyte du Fort, though I don't particularly know it's my destination, that is to say I'm just pedalling until I don't want to. Actually, that's not quite true there have been a number of times when I can't exactly say I wanted to be pedalling but I still did.<p>Actually, I almost didn't get to Saint Hippolyte I was a bit tired for the last little bit going up those hills, mountains they felt like by the time I was going up them. There was a camp site just before the top but it was downhill to get to it and it was more than I could bear to go downhill and then have to go back up to get out the following morning so I just carried on.
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Camel

Saint Hippolyte
Just coming up to 3 o'clock, it's hot but I'm there. Actually I feel a lot better than I should given the distance.
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Saint Hippolyte

...du Fort
Perhaps this is the Fort part of Saint Hippolyte du Fort... I'm just going out of town to the campsite that I was told is out this way by a couple of cool dudes who were leaning on a fence wondering what I was riding.
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...du Fort

These were the lovely people I met after one them walked over and lent me a hammer when they saw me looking around for a stone to hammer in my tent pegs. Elke &amp; Roland.<p>Actually, they also helped me make the fact that I'd been carrying an aluminium cup attached to my bike make sense. They offered me a Pastis but only had two glasses, I dashed over to my pitch to return, triumphant, with the cup in question.<p>We spent a very pleasant couple of hours chatting and drinking, it turned out we had a lot in common. It could just be that the pastis is the reason this photo is a bit blurry ;-)<p>Certainly the pastis, the sausages and chips with salad and ros&eacute; wine for dinner in the camp-site restaurant, helped eradicate any trace of tiredness in my legs.
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