26 May 2012

Well here I sit on the beach in Banyuls sur Mer, France, eating a pizza. I've been here a couple days now and it's time to move on. Tomorrow I hope to ride over the Pyreneese mountains by way of Col du Banyuls. I hope the weather holds out. I sure don't want any more of the wind and thunderstorms that I had earlier on this adventure. I have been told the the road is good but one source said it was all paved and another said much was dirt. Oh well. So if all goes well I'll ride over the mountains tomorrow and be back in Spain. If the weather doesn't cooperate, I'll either take the coast road south or hop on a train a bit.

24 May 2012

Today was a good day. Lots of variety and great scenery. Another day of strong headwinds so I wasn't sure how far I would get. I left Canet-Plage and just put my head down and peddled north along the beach into about 25mph winds. I had lunch in Leucate and halfway between there and Port-la-Nouvelle I fell off the bicycle once. Don't worry, it was just another way I found to humor the locals. Yeah, right! At Port-la-Nouvelle, I got onto a barge tow-path on the Canal de la Robine and rode that to Narbonne, about 10 miles or so. The path was nice since there was no car or truck traffic, but it was rough. Just a two-track dirt path. My touring bike is a road bike with no suspension and not made for that, so it was a challenge but the scenery and the challenge made it worthwhile. I have settled into a hotel for the night in Narbonne. Todays mileage was 48.3. So far I have ridden 206.9 miles since leaving Barcelona.

23 May 2012

Last night I really enjoyed wandering around the town I was in. Lots of small meandering streets lined with small shops of all sorts. During the night the wind began howling! At one point I got up and wedged a coat hangar in the window latch to keep the window from rattling. This morning met me with bright sunshine but windy. So, today has been a real challenge. Very strong headwinds all day long. It really feels like I have traveled twice as far as I really have. I managed to ride 24.6 miles today.

~~ Bob

22 May 2012

Today was kind of a disappointment. I had been looking forward to riding over the Pyrenese mountains on Col de Banyuls. This morning at breakfast I checked the weather. A waiter assured me that it wasn't going to rain today and showed me the local paper that said no rain locally. I looked out the window and it was raining. I hooked up to the local wifi and checked the weather channel and they said 35mph winds on Col de Banyuls. Soooo, I chickened out. I rode to the train station and jumped on the next train north and got off at the first town in France, Cebere. This is a very small village so I started peddling my way to the next town. It was sprinkling and the wind was blowing hard making it hard to keep the bike in a predictable path. I stopped and talked to a Portugese bike rider. He left his home a month ago, rode up through Spain, and all around France. He was now heading to Barcelona to take a flight to South America to ride for a few months. He said he tried Col de Banyuls yesterday and about got blown away so he turned back and is heading down the coast. Maybe I can give it another try on my way back.
So now I find myself in and living for the night above another restaurant. My room is more of a suite with two rooms, a bed in each room, and a real nice private bath. My bicycle resides in the first room and I have the second room. I spent a couple nights in Spanish towns where absolutely nobody spoke English and survived well. But now, in France, I'm barely surviving. I just can't keep my oui's, si's and yes' straight anymore and I'm consistently using the wrong language, and of course getting some funny looks as I entertain the locals. Oh well, thats my purpose in life - to make people laugh. I only wish they would laugh "with" me rather than "at" me. :-)
My bicycle mileage today was a measly 8.8 miles.

21 May 2012

Day 3 is complete ... sorta. I left Calonge shortly before noon and headed up a scenic road that was really fun. It had five miles of steep uphill just after the beginning that kept me warmed up. Later in the day I took a wrong turn and didn't realize it until I was ready to stop for the day so I am now in the town of Figures where I wanted to stop in Castelle. No problem though. They are both the same distance from tomorrows destination. Today I rode 33.9 miles.l

20 May 2012

Well, this was quite a day! Once again I slept in, walked down the street for a good breakfast and finally got started about noon. I headed inland so as not to ride a very twisty road full of traffic along the beach. In retrospect, I wish I had taken the beach route. I still had a lot of traffic. The route I took had many long steep hills. I spent way too long in the lowest gear my bike has and my average speed suffered. I don't even use that gear riding up Walker Pass near my home. On one of the long steep climbs, the clouds opened up big time. There was no cover to be had where I was either. By the time I donned my rain gear, I was drenched, and then the hail started. I continued droning up the climb in low gear which made the rain even worse since it was taking me so long to get to the top of the mountain. I finally found an old barn at the mountain top and took refuge there from the storm. I felt much better being under cover from the lightening all around me but then I started to get cold. I stayed there a couple hours but at about 6pm I knew it would just get colder so decided to press onward. It was still pouring and it was mostly downhill at this point so I wasn't working hard enough to stay warm but I knew I would find a warm room to stay in at the bottom. When I got to Calonge I decided to get a place there rather than ride another couple miles to a resort town on the beach. Seems though there are no hotels in Calonge but I managed to get a room above a bar that isn't too bad and is warm and comfortable. The room is way better than a same priced room in Mexico. Cost was 15€, less than $20. Another day is complete.

19 May 2012

A pretty good day. I slept in until my alarm woke me up at 0830. Went out for a good breakfast then packed my backpack, closed up my bicycle shipping box and stored it in Castelldefels. I didn't want to go all the way through the heavy traffic in Barcelona so I jumped on the train and got off on the north side of town and started peddling. First I got lost, found the street that goes to the marina, turned the wrong way and rode for about a mile. I stopped and asked directions from a teenage girl that was riding a125cc sport motorcycle and discovered I was going the wrong way. When I turned on that street, had I turned the other way I would have been at the marina in two blocks. When I finally made it to the Mediterranean Sea, I noticed an outdoor motorcycle exhibition. All the factories were there so I got to check out and sit on all the new model motorcycles. That was good for another hour of not making progress on the bicycle. So, I finally got headed north. I used a lot of dedicated bike trails. These have no traffic on them but lots of walkers and joggers so progress was slower than on the roads. I followed the beach road all day. Just before turning inland, I stopped for some food at an outdoor restaurant. When I was just about finished, 12 young ladies walked by. I didn't pay much attention until they all turned around rushed toward me and while eleven of them cheered, and one taking photographs of everything, one came up, gave me a big kiss on the cheek and said something in Spanish. When she discovered that I didn't speak Spanish, she said "will you ..." and then turned to one of her friends for help. When they got it straight, the question was "will you marry me?" Wow, now I know the secret with these Spanish girls ... just let them see you drip some catsup on your shirt and they fall in love. Well, that was a first!
Soon I was heading north again and I turned inland towards Girona, hoping to find a hotel away from the beach with lower prices. None to be found in the small towns on my route. A lady in a bakery in one town said the nearest hotel was in Blanes and she gave me directions. Blanes put me right back on the beach again. I was afraid of what the costs would be but found a Hostel in the middle of town. I am the only person here! And the price is right. Anyway I managed to check out all the new motorcycles, meet some Canadians on the train, get a marriage proposal, and still ride 54.2 miles today. Wonder what new adventures await me tomorrow?