After a loud but otherwise undisturbed night along the roaring river I wake with the sunrise. The river valley is filled with fog, which makes the morning all beautifully soft and quiet. The weather clears up until Eleven and it turns out to be a fine day. After...

The morning starts with another hasty retreat as someone parks his car about a hundred meters above my campspot. Although today is fine and sunny, I decide to keep to the plains and visit the Jura mountains some other time. All of the small villages and towns along my...

With huge dark clouds over the mountains of the Jura, I decide to stay in the valley and ride along the rim. Small villages and hilly terrain are the only sights I see, because clouds hide both the mountains in the East and the flatlands in the West. Shortly after...

Riding over the last hills down into the Rhone valley is not very exciting. The day is grey, but the weather holds until I cross the Saone in Villefranche. Crossing through this town once again proves that, aside from making dark bread, the French also have to learn...

Blue skies greet me and no cloud is in sight. The morning is icy cold, though. As I commence my climb up the next mountain range of the Massif Central the sun is not strong enough yet to warm me. The first village I reach has, almost unbelievably, no bread! The...

The day starts with blue sky and the noise of barking dogs getting louder. Assuming the worst - a hunt with me in the middle - I pack my things in only 15 minutes and step out of the forest onto a side road just as the first dog runs by, thankfully ignoring me...