Day 3

Day 3

After lunch I ride on at a leisurly pace  over several smaller passes. Limoux is thw only notewothy town. Its inner city is a maze of tiny streets, half barely wide enough for a car and the other half too narrow. It takes me a while to find a good campsite, but I...
Day 3

Day 3

After lunch I ride on at a leisurly pace  over several smaller passes. Limoux is thw only notewothy town. Its inner city is a maze of tiny streets, half barely wide enough for a car and the other half too narrow. It takes me a while to find a good campsite, but I...
Aix-les-Thermes – Col du Chioula

Aix-les-Thermes – Col du Chioula

Today, I wake up early and go on the road at twenty past eight. Rolling down 25 kilometres to Aix-les-Thermes only takes me 45 minutes. There isn’t much to see here except an ugly casino prominently situated next to the even uglier church, so I start towards the...
Catalonia – Andorra – Port D’Envalira

Catalonia – Andorra – Port D’Envalira

After a good early start at a quarter past eight, I ride though smaller villages and ski-resorts, mostly going downhill until Puigcerda. Here I cross into Catalonia and though it’s officially Spain, there are no Spanish flags at all, only the red and yellow...
Day one

Day one

Today’s route led me up the Pyrénées, through Villefranche de Conflent, a village with Vauban fortifications and up the longest uphill I ever rode. I’ve been over the Alps and up mt. Ventoux, but this 50km uphill got steeper with every curve and every...