2005 - MTB Assisi-Gubbio


Sentiero Francescano della Pace, Assisi - Gubbio,
Jacques  alone,
May 2005



I had heard or seen a guidebook about a bike-horse-foot trail from Assisi to Gubbio on the footsteps of St Francis of Assisi. It sounded like a pretty ride and also a physical challenge, so I decided to try it.  Since it was decided on short notice I could not find anyone to join me on that adventure.


Betsy dropped me in Assisi and I started from Porta san Giacomo at 09:30.
After 4 kms all downhill I reach Ponte Sta Croce and keep going along the river till the beginning of the Sentiero Francescano della Pace on via Padre Pio.

After a few hundred meters the road becomes a dirt road going up nicely with some passages I had to hoof since it was a newly bulldozed road without any traction and slope of 25-30 percent!  At the point shown on the map as elev. 504, I joined the asphalt road we had taken with Jim in November on our trip to San Marino.(time 10:30, 6.8 km)

Riding became a lot easier for about 2 kms and then back on hard and narrow steep downhill track. I could ride it all, but that required all my newly-acquired experience (or lack of!) with the Massa Martana gang and the powerful disk brakes on my new bike.  I reached Poppio (time 10:45, 11.7 km); So far a good enjoyable ride!
A good downhill asphalt road brought me to Valfabrica where a beer felt welcome (time 10:50, 14 km)

Departed at 11:30, followed a dirt road to the Valfabbrica dam and continued on dirt nice road until Sambucco (elev 381m)

Followed the asphalt road along the lago di Valfabbrica and reached elev. 388 where the sentiero leaves the asphalt road and becomes a narrow footpath.  It starts rather nicely and then becomes quite technical with passages where I had to walk and push the bike,  The trip started to feel tiring but I reached the castle of Biscina at 13:30 after 37 km.  I realised I had lost my energy food supply, it must have fallen off during one of those hard down-hills.

Agirturismo  Tenuta di Biscina (tel 075 922 9730) does not serve lunch, and I had to go for an extra 4 kms to a bar where a nice old lady (aged 93 ) who already served Jim and I a beer in November, prepared me a welcome lunch of bread, beer and mozzarella, bless her for that lunch!!!  Started back on the sentiero at 14:40.  By then it was quite hot.

Another strong downhill, thanks the disk brakes!, and I found a most welcome water spring along the road near Vallingegno.  I was starting to tire out and had to walk on even modest slopes…..  I reached the intersection for Vallingegno church at 16:10 (46 km)

The road is monotously up, I passed the "Casa vecchia agriturismo" and continued on a flatish road.  Then a long asphalt downhill road, very pleasant and relaxing brought me to the main road to Gubbio (16:34, 51.2 km)

A boring flat road to Gubbio through the suburbs allowed me to avoid the main traficky road.  I finally arrived at Gubbio at 17:10 after 58.4kms.  Beer felt fantastic, I called Betsy who came to pick me up, had diner in Gubbio and rode back to Torraccia. Had terrible cramps on arrival and could not move for a few painful minutes.

Moral:  a very hard ride for me, I could have used more training and more food on the road, may-be doing it in a group would also have made it easier.  It was hot with max temp of 40 degrees. But beautiful views and very few people on the trail!


Note;
an excellent map and information brochure is available from the tourist bureau of Gubbio,
IAT Gubbio, Piazza Oderisi 5/9 – 06024 Gubbio,
Tel: (+39)  075 922 0790,  email: info@iat.gubbio.pg.it




Statistics:

Total Distance:            55.5 kms
Altitude gain:              1651 m
Average slope up:        9 %
Max slope up:              30 %
Max slope down:         29 %
Ave speed:                   11.5 km/h
Max speed:                  53.6 km/h
Riding time                  5:03 hours
Power output ave         100 W
Max power output:      260 W

2005 - MTB in Cevennes

Cévennes,
Jim, Mike and Jacques
September 4-11, 2005




Jim and I have a tradition of going for a mountain bike ride once or twice a year in Europe. Last one was in central Italy in late November when we got thoroughly soaked, so it was time to think of our next adventure. Back in June, Jim, while enjoying a cool and rainy New-Zealand winter, sent me an e-mail inquiring about possible bike trip and suggesting we visit one of his co-nationals, Mike, living in Avignon, France. It sounded like an excellent idea but if we were to find Mike a more precise address was going to be useful since Avignon is a rather large city. It turned out it was not Avignon but  a tiny village 100 kms from Avignon! After various e-mail exchanges we were glad to have Mike accept to join us on the adventure. Main purpose of the trip was an oeno-gastro-cultural (roughly translated as: wine-food-culture oriented) bike trip!


The participants:
Jacques, Jim and Mike

• Jim, a New-Zealander, who has already participated in similar trips, accustomed to rainy conditions, expert at tricky rocky downhill single tracks and willing to take a chance on itinerary and hotels, as long as Mars bars are available in abundance.
• Mike, another New-Zealander spending his New-Zealand winters in the Cévennes, willing to join two crazies in one of their annual bike ride; he provided all the detailed maps from IGN at 1/25,000 as well as useful suggestions after having done some reconnaissance on possible tracks, and recommended memorable “shortcuts” to the trip (yeah, right!).
• Jacques, who tried to maintain some "frenchness" among this Kiwi mafia, and author of these notes,
• The camisard(e)s: a group of calvinistes, so named because they were wearing shirts (camisole in old French) fighting Louis the XIVth’s army and administration after the revocation of the Edit de Nantes (1685) which had provided until then freedom of religion in France. They made the Cévennes their last stronghold. Definitely an endangered species, if not extinct.


The Cévennes

A mountainous area in southern France. The name Cévennes could possibly be attributed to Julius Caesar, during his conquest of Gaul. While crossing the mountainous area, he noticed it was the origin of seven rivers: l'Allier, le Lot, le Tarn, le Gardon, l'Hérault, la Céze et l'Ardèche, and decided to name the region " Au sept veines" (seven rivers), which evolved into “Cévennes” over time. The region is also known for the causses, high plateaus (about 1000 m.) separated by deep canyons (400-500m.) eroded by such rivers as Tarn, Vis and Jonte over millenniums. September was thought to be a good time of the year, not too hot and not yet cold and rainy (sic!), with reasonably long days. The area chosen was eastern Cévennes, starting from St Ambroix and going thru Mont Lozére, Causse Sauveterre, Causse Méjean, Mont Aigoual, St Jean-du-Gard and back to St Ambroix, thus allowing climbing the highest peaks of the area and crossing some causses.


Profile of the trip

The trip



Sunday September 04 – Marseille to Avejan (by car)

After picking Jim at Marseilles-Marignane airport, we stopped at Pont-du-Gard, may-be the best preserved Roman aqueduct in the world though it is not on the river Gard but on the Gardon, and in Uzés a beautiful city of the XI-XVIth centuries famous for its chateau des ducs. After checking up the bikes, packing and re-packing, we had dinner with various friends of Linda and Mike, all New-Zealander, making this tiny village the French place with the highest-ever ratio of Kiwis to French and a good preparation for me on what to expect on the trip. The wines were French, numerous and excellent, a proper start for an oeno-gastro-cultural week! Some lightning confirmed the less than perfect weather forecast with Southwest France on red alert with very heavy rains for the next few days!


Monday September 05 – St  Ambroix to Villefort 
distance covered: 68 kms; elevation gain:1129m; gravel roads: 15%.

Cloudy threatening skies but no rain for our start, though after 3 km the rain started and kept us company until St Ambroix that we reached by taking small asphalt roads with no traffic.

From St Ambroix we started going up the valleys on D130 and D430 through Gagnières, where we bought picnic ingredients plus fuel in the form of Mars bars for Jim, and Chavagnac. D430 was a small road without traffic and made for a gentle beginning to climbing the Cévennes. We crossed the Ganiére river at Pont-de-Martinet and reached Abeau a large structure probably used for summer camp for children. The big black dog barking at our approach was glad to have his back scratched and was quite harmless. A dirt road through a pine forest brought us to D216 which we followed to Murjas and Brahic (elev. 539 m). Great views of mountains with pine and chestnut forests, all under covered skies but without rain, perfect conditions for our first solid climb. In Brahic the bar-pizzeria “Le Grillon” was closed but we used their chairs and tables for our picnic, and could even find some fruits and replenish our water supply. Route D251 was great, very narrow, no traffic whatsoever and following contour lines just below Serre de Barre, going through le Frontal, and reaching Malons et Eze (alt. 837).

One of the participants expressed the opinion that may-be that was far enough (a mere 54 km so far!) and that sleeping in Malons was appropriate. It took little efforts to convince him to reach Villefort, a large (relatively!) city down the hill. GR44 (a sentier de Grande Randonnée) followed a dirt road and was shorter than the D901 and certainly more pleasant; being the first biker I even saw some wild boars! When we reached again D901 we chanced to meet … not an old man! but 2 Brits (Jeff and Tony) on bicycles going towards Villefort. I decided to follow again GR44 while Mike and Jim took the D901. In Villefort (elev. 591m) the Logis de France hotel was closed and two other Brits (Mike and Estelle) on a tandem told us about Hotel du Lac nearby. Nearby meant in fact 4 km and a pretty decent uphill. We got individual rooms and a covered area for bikes. While enjoying our beers we watched the rain downpour without too much worry. We were soon joined by all the British bikers we had encountered to-day for a noisy and jovial dinner. Total for the day 68 km and 1129 m altitude gain.


Tuesday September 06 – Villefort to Mas de la Barque
distance covered: 19 kms; elevation gain: 886; gravel roads: 0%

It took some convincing to get the two kiwis that it was really raining this morning, they pretended it was just a drizzle!

New-Zealand perfect weather!


In any case out came rain gear and off we went. The only interruptions to the steady rain were violent downpours once in a while! Back to Villefort to take D66 to Mas de la Barque (alt 1420), that we reached quite soaked but happy to find a dry place in Chalet du Commandeur (tel. 04 6646 9722).
Wet Cyclists on the way to Mas de la Barque


Showers, change of clothes, Jim and me barefoot since we did not take any spare shoes, and a satisfying lunch followed by a nap. Fog came up and had the advantage of hiding the rain! We planned to-morrow itinerary and then had beers and dinner. The owner was nice enough to accept to put our wet gear in his clothes dryer. Food was homemade and very satisfying. We heard that there was flooding in Nîmes and that the weather was not going to improve for the next few days. We went to bed with the accompanying noise of rain drops on the window sills (Chalet du Commandeur au Mas de la Barque 04 6646 9722). A short day: 19 km and altitude gain of 886 m.


Wednesday September 07 – Mas de la Barque (km 89) to Ispagnac (km 151); distance covered: 62 kms; elevation gain: 689; gravel roads: 90%.

Surprise, surprise, the hard rain stopped and there was even an inkling of light-grey sky, but no visible sunshine. While loading bags on the bikes, the sun made a very brief appearance which provided a good omen for our departure.
On the causses we followed GR 72 and a dirt road passing through Bellecoste and l’Hopital, small “hameaux” with very authentic houses of solid stones construction and great door arches, many old houses were still in ruins though. The sun was definitively shining and our spirits improved noticeably.
Causse Sauveterre, near Mas de la Barque


We encountered plenty of sheeps for Jim and Mike to feel comfortable, an old water-activated flour mill along the road, not in use but still functioning, and a group of VTTistes who did not even stop to say hello. The female components of that group were the first glimpse of “Camisardes” for Jim, even if it was only a fleeting glance! Landscapes were great with gently rolling hills, brownish colors, Mont Lozère in the background, all looking a lot like Scotland on the tourism brochures (the reality being that the landscape there is often seen through a wall of water!). After Le Cros we went straight north to join D20 to Col de Finiels. While waiting on D20 for Jim and Mike to catch up I saw a flash of color with 2 persons on a tandem, sure enough they were the two Brits (Estelle and Mike) we had had dinner with in Villefort. Jim and Mike commented on the series of fortunate circumstances which brought us all at this precise spot at the same time. A few words, exchange of coordinates and we continued to Col de Finiels (altitude 1541). I decided to bike to Sommet de Finiels (altitude 1699, the highest peak in the park des Cévennes) while the others were going straight for beer and lunch at the restaurant in Chalet du Mont Lozère (tel. 04 6648 6284). There was such dense fog I did not see anything at the summit except for two lost girls (camisardes?) searching for the GR, which I could indicate to them. The ride down was a bit iffy at the beginning because of fog, but once on GR70, well marked with high stone markers, I had an enjoyable ride down to meet the Kiwi components of the team for a good lunch of “confits de poulets” copiously accompanied with wine. A good way to celebrate the “conquest” of the highest peak of Mont Lozère! Many thanks to Mike who had previously done a reconnaissance on this section.

The start was a bit slow after lunch, but the crest road (called “chemin des chomeurs” built in 1936 and restored in 1998) to la Croix de Maitre Vidal was gently rolling and the landscapes were as good as in the morning, the fog staying in the upper elevation of Mont Lozère. A stray cow provided a bit of fun on the road, especially when she found herself surrounded by another group of VTTistes coming in the other direction. Jim was happy having replenished his panniers with …… Mars bars!

Mont Lozère, below Sommet de Finiels


The track to Etang de Barrandon was the most technical (read rocky!) we had taken so far, but we all reached the Etang in one piece. To minimize riding on trafficky roads we decided to follow GR43 to La Fage. That was definitely not the easiest way down: narrow track, rocks and erosion gulleys everywhere caused by the heavy rains, dense brush. Jim loved it as he had been practicing on this type of terrain in New-Zealand for a long time; he even completed the descent by fording the river at the bottom without getting his feet wet: an achievement recorded on film for the generations to follow!

Jim fording a (small!) river


At les Bonbons (funny name!) we saw a field of menhirs positioned in a circular pattern, great shapes against the empty skies and barren landscape. After Col de Montmirat, we rode briefly on causse Sauveterre before a very rapid descent (450 m in 7 km) brought us to Ispagnac, where we stayed at Hotel Saury (tel. 04 6644 2114) adequate but no more. Total for the day 63 km, altitude gain 689 m.



Thursday September 08 – Ispagnac to Ste Enimie
distance covered: 19 kms; elevation loss: 48 m; gravel roads: 100%.

This morning rain was back again, clouds everywhere so we decided to go only as far as Ste Enimie following a VTT track along the Tarn river, an easy ride.
We started by crossing the pretty bridge of Quezac and the track took us up and down along the Tarn river, sometimes with narrow passages uncomfortable for Jim, sometimes in the forest, appreciated since it provided some shelter from the rain!.


Hanging rock at Castelbouc along the Tarn river


We crossed the village of Montbrun where we discussed the possibility of climbing to causse Méjean but the “Kiwi mafia” vetoed my proposal and we continued through Castelbouc: a tiny “hameau” built in the crags of the rocks, with one full-time resident and a bread oven.

Shortly thereafter we found ourselves in front of the Tarn river with the not too attractive prospect of fording it; a few minutes of hesitation and we realized we had made a wrong turn earlier on. Relief! Under the continuing rain we reached Ste Enimie, a medieval town, where we checked in Hotel Bleu Nuit (tel. 04 6648 5001). I tried not very successfully to fix Mike’s gear change when I saw a truck with advertisement for Kona bicycles. I asked the driver for a bike shop and he himself was an expert on bike repairs so could fix the bike in no time. He is the owner of a company (Camino: info@caminoVTT.org) which organizes the type of trip we were doing. For his clients he recommends not taking panniers but rather a medium-size backpack (say 35 liters capacity, a good brand is Loewe Alpine) and taking along the bare essentials: spare underwear, high-tech non-absorbing shirt, high-tech artificial fiber warm sweater polar-tech for example, spare shoes, spare quick-drying pants, rain and biking gear which should all fit in the backpack. We had showers, lunch, nap, visited the town, and a clean-up session with the bikes brought us to dinner at Restaurant des 2 Sources where the food was OK, the house wine terrible as well as the service! Rain was really pouring down and in the course of the dinner we could see the level of the Tarn river rising. To-day’s total 19 km with an altitude loss of 48 m.


Friday September 09 – Ste Enimie to l’Esperou
distance covered: 54 kms; elevation gain: 1419 m; gravel roads: 60%.

Sunshine and blue skies! Quick walk to the Tarn which was overflowing the parking lot by the river’s edge; fortunately no cars were left parked overnight! I finally managed to get a phone connection to learn that Betsy was not coming to Toulouse because of flooding problems in Nîmes and of the autoroute being closed. We exchanged a few words with the owner of a funny looking sports car, a green convertible Panther Kallista, and away for the long climb to causse Méjean and Mont Aigoual.

On the way to (and at) Col de Coperlac (elev. 907 m)

Route D986 climbed on a regular slope to Col de Coperlac (elev. 907 m) providing good views of the Tarn river, and with quite moderate traffic on the road. It took me 50 minutes to reach the top and a few minutes later Mike appeared quickly followed by Jim, who celebrated the climb with one of his ….Mars bar! Well deserved too. From then on we were on the causse and the ride would be much easier with small climbs and gently rolling profile for the rest of the day, or rather for most of the day since we were still planning to climb Mont Aigoual at 1565 m.! We followed a small hard-top road through Mas St Chély, le Buffre, then GR60 (a good dirt track) to Bégude Blanche an old abandoned farm house now being restored and finally to Col de Perjuret (elev. 1028) where we had a second lunch before the ride to Mont Aigoual.

Causse Méjan

Mike and I started on GR60 to avoid the road as much as possible while Jim took road D18 with a meeting point at Cabrillac; the beginning of the GR was too steep for riding and we hoofed it for a good 20 minutes, thereafter a pleasant ride until Cabrillac where we found water while waiting for Jim’s arrival. We then all took the road and sometime later heard noisy honking, and whom do we see coming down the road but the Panther Kallista driver we had met in the hotel in Ste Enimie, waiving happily at us! The weather was most cooperative and we reached the summit easily where we enjoyed the views nearly as much as the beers. Aigoual is known for its terrible weather: I have been there three times, twice with good weather; Mike has been there twice, only this time did he have good weather; while Jim scores the best with 100 % good weather; morality: one should only go once to Mont Aigoual!!!! We were planning to sleep in the gite d’étape at Mont Aigoual (04 6782 6278; open 1 mai- 15 oct) but they only operate on advance booking, one should call 04 6782 6278 to reserve. We elected to sleep at l’Espérou, about 7 km down from Aigoual where hotels and gites are numerous and ended in Hotel du Parc (04 6782 6005) a decent place which provided a pleasant and tasty dinner with a very drinkable selection of wines. The American daughter-in-law of the owner is a champion cyclist and our bikes were in good company! Total for the day 54 km and 1419 m altitude gain.



Saturday September 10 – l’Esperou to St Jean-du-Gard
distance covered: 70 kms; elevation loss: 998m; gravel roads: 70%.

Weather was back to normal, i.e. grey cloudy skies and threat of rain. We ordered take out picnic from the hotel since we were not planning to cross many villages to-day. Went back to Aigoual and abandoned the asphalt road at Font de Trépalou (elev. 1502m). The GR66 is a good forestry road: all downhill through beech forests, with good views of Cévennes under clouds but without rain and it brought us to Aire de Côte (elev. 1085 m). We continued on GR44, another nice forestry road in a pine forest until Col de l’Espinasse (elev. 848 m) where we met road D10.


Towards Col du Pas



A few flat kilometers later and after being surrounded by free ranging sheep we reached Col du Pas where we had lunch under a memorial monument to the Maquis des Cévennes. Still cloudy but no rain yet! So far a very good day all downhill on good forestry roads. Mike had done the reconnaissance for this part of the trip and warned us that the next section would be more difficult and we would have to carry the bikes for some sections of the GR6-67. Indeed we had to do some carrying! It was a narrow, stony and brushy trail made all the more difficult and treacherous by the rain which had waited until then to start; even Jim could not ride this section! We passed through Le Tour, Col du Terme and Bonperrier before reaching Col de l’Homme Mort. That was a reasonably good road but there were some steep hills which would have been nicer to climb without the rain. Mike informed us that we could follow the GR6-67 until Col de l’Asclié with some more bike carrying required or take a shorter track and join an asphalt road, but he had not tried that. The unanimous decision was for the shorter track! It was a practicable if narrow single track trail that we could ride some of the time until a ridge where it stopped. Mike and I investigated and finally saw the road (D20) a few hundred meters below us; the only problem was that those few meters were quite steep, say 30 to 40% down slope! After a few slides on the slippery soil, a few scratches from brambles and quite wet we reached the road. We had a bite in a covered barn and followed the road to Col del de l’Asclié (elev. 905 m).


Technical trails!



I had a quick look at the GR6-67 which we could have followed and it was not much better than what we went through, so no regrets on our decision to take the shorter track. Nevertheless Jim and I teamed up to compliment Mike on his choice of itinerary!

After this exercise GR61 and the forestry road that took us to Maison Forestiére de Perjurade was quite relaxing, all downhill through beech and pine forests on a good wide track. We reached l’Estréchure (elev. 299 m) on the Gardon river very quickly and continued along the river until St Jean-du-Gard (elev. 190 m). A great downhill ride, we had dropped 850 meters over 18 km of good tracks; a real pleasure, we even forgave Mike for his earlier itinerary selection! Plenty of nice bridges over the Gardon, but without parapet so they would not be washed away during floods. St Jean-du-Gard a pleasant city where we chose hotel “les Bellugues” (tel. 04 6685 1533, www.hotel-bellugues.com), an old textile factory converted to hotel. Had what I consider the best dinner of the trip at La Chanterelle (04 6685 3850): assiette de charcuterie régionale, omelette aux champignons, daube de sanglier, cheeses and Coupe des Cévennes, with good white and red wines. A good physical day with a total of 70 km for an altitude gain of 757 m and a drop of 1755 m, i.e. a net loss of 998 m!


Sunday September 11 – St Jean-du-Gard  to St Ambroix
distance covered: 81 kms; elevation gain: 1176m; gravel roads: 15%.

After changing an air tube on Jim’s bike, we took route de Mialet and were impressed by the number of people watching us. In fact they did not want to see us at all but came to watch a bike race taking the same route! So much for our ego! The interesting thing, to me at least, was that we met a spectator who could give useful information on the use of Palm pilot in conjunction with GPS compatible maps. His recommendations: get a palm MIO 168 with GPS from www.pixmania.com (about 365 euros), use Tomtom (spelling?), not Michelin, digital maps, and download them from www.emule.com . This looks exactly like what I have been looking for and very similar to what Peter was using during our trip in Scotland.
We turned on D160 a gently climbing road through more beech and pine forests, passed Les Aigladines, a small village with fantastic views over the valley and beautiful houses and reached Col d’Uglas (elev. 539) On the way I saw a family of wild boars with their young cross the road in front of me, I gave them plenty of space to avoid separating parents from their young! After the Col, down to St Paul-la-Coste on a narrow road without traffic, then to Malataverne (elev. 159 m) and La Baume where hunters were butchering 5 boars they had killed this morning. We tried unsuccessfully to find a lunch place in La Tour this being Sunday, and had to go out of our itinerary to find a café-restaurant where we had a very French lunch of steak and French fries, cum wine obviously.

On the road to Col d’Uglas (after bike repairs)




Thus satiated we crossed the Gardon river under an approaching storm which broke as soon as we started climbing to Drulhes and continued to Le Mas-Dieu. We crossed an abandoned open-pit coal mine, where there were still huge lorries with 3-meter diameter tires; Mike had a fall fortunately without hurting himself. We climbed through Mercoirol to a col (elev. 510 m approx.) and down to St Florent-sur-Auzonnet fortunately with some sunshine. Mike had been riding in this area and recommended we take “sentier botanique” in Forêt Domaniale du Rouvergue which would be a short cut to St Ambroix. We were on a good forestry road until an intersection where Mike though started the sentier. After climbing a very steep path on which we had to push the bikes, we meandered in the forest for a while before we got Mike to admit that may-be he had made a mistake! So much for local knowledge and home turf advantage, Mike lost some prestige on that occasion! We backtracked and took a good forestry road to Larnac. Thereafter it was just a matter of following Mike who knows the area like the back of his hand, to finish our trip in St Ambroix. Linda was happy to see us back in spite of the injuries that Mike incurred during his famous shortcut on Friday. The longest ride of the trip with 81 km and an altitude gain of 1176 m.




Final Words

Overall a great trip and a good team, it was fun to be three so there could always be two of us ganging against the third one (mostly the one choosing the itinerary) in a friendly way! Great landscapes, abundant rain to prevent dehydration and heat stroke, with beautiful and un-crowded roads, we could not have done it without the maps at 1/25,000. Some shortcuts provided for interesting experiences and will be remembered for a while. The compensation to the bad September weather was that it was easy to find rooms for each of us in all places where we stayed. And we managed to climb the main summits of the Cévennes, with sunshine at Aigoual! Distances and climbs were just about right to make it challenging but not impossible. Weekly total 375 kilometers and an elevation gain of 6314 meters or 54 km and 900 meters climb daily average, which is comparable to our previous trips. We will have to figure an interesting trip to celebrate our cumulative 200th birthday! Suggestions welcome, Ventoux? Nepal? Andes? Alpes? or …….. New Zealand!!!!

2004 - Biking in Scotland

Peter and Jacques’ bike trip
Scotland, June 02-10, 2004




Betsy goes every year to Scotland to play music with her friend Vickie, and we decided I should go with her to Scotland, but not to the musical event! Peter, Vickie’s husband, with whom I had already enjoyed a trip in Languedoc a few years back, was free and we decided a bike trip in those northern latitudes would be interesting. We decided to tour the islands of Mull and Bute in addition to the western coast of Scotland. Our hopes were that the weather would cooperate! Peter accepted to be in charge of itinerary and all logistics, a great relief to me to let a native organize all the details!


The protagonists

• Peter, an adopted Scot, with a deep knowledge of the local dialect, a pronounced taste for local brew (and I do not mean “iron brew” please!), and a passion for palm pilot specially if it can be used as a chart;
• Jacques, the French counterweight to this heavy Scot influence, another avid fan of the local liquid, often cursed by Peter for the choice of previous itineraries and writer of these notes;
• The single malts, unavoidable local “refreshments” to dry your insides after a rainy day.

Start of the trip (notice sunshine!)


Wednesday June 02

BPL and I arrived in Edinburgh to be met by Peter. While Betsy played music with Vickie, we went to check out and rent a bike for me, we took one of those hybrid, a bit narrow-tired for my choice, but it will do fine (cost: 65 pounds a week). Finished packing and checked last itinerary details which depended on train seat reservations and availability.

We took Peter and Vickie to dinner at “Le petit boudin”, a fancy French joint where we had quite a good dinner. By the time we went to bed at 22:30 it was still quite light outside, we will have to get used to short nights in these northern latitudes.


Thursday June 03

02:00 and it is already light, that is what we call a short night!!!!!, since bikes are not allowed on commuter trains during rush hours, we had to get up by 05:15 to catch a train going to Glasgow. There, we made a connection and arrived in Oban at 11:15. It was raining all the time during the train ride on which we met 2 super-equipped (she super-shaped!) German cyclists also touring Scotland. The train ride took us through very typical landscapes with green grass, castles, fjords, rain, the works!, no doubting that we are in Scotland. We met some difficulties in finding accommodations in Salen but finally managed it before taking the ferry to Craignure, on isle of Mull.

Rode to the hotel, where we met the pretentious owner who found justifications for all his hotel shortcomings: mirrors too low, showers too high-tech, and so on, supposedly to accommodate handicapped people. Not to be recommended, even if the surroundings are fine landscape-wise. Before dinner we took a spin to investigate the land, great place with narrow roads, no traffic and those huge rolling hills with sheep everywhere.

First ride near Salen

We returned to the hotel and noted that our bikes are not quite adequate for dirt trails, it will have to be mostly asphalt roads for this trip. Had diner at Glenfosa, an old air strip in a hotel-restaurant run by a nice fellow fanatic of old airplanes who organizes planes rallies, in his hotel-restaurant of course, joining “l’utile à l’agréable” as we say in France; too bad the hotel was absolutely full. We had many beers and delicious fish for dinner, followed by a single malt to digest!


Friday June 04

We had our first rich-in-proteins English breakfast, quite good, but one will have to exercise afterwards to eliminate all those Kcal. Cloudy and rainy morning, in spite of Peter who insists it is not rain but only a light mist, like going through a cloud!!! B.S. this is rain for everyone in the world except Scots!

Off on single track roads with passing spots so cars can cross each other every few hundred yards, no traffic to speak off; we noticed the mail van that we crossed repeatedly was transporting tourists, in fact it was the daughter of mail man with her two kids and we will see them often to-day. Rode to Killiechronan (on B-8035 and B-8073) to reach Loch Na Keal, the village consists in 5 houses not one more, no need to specify that no bed-and-breakfast and no restaurants either could be found there.

Local residents!


Kept riding through “clouds” (Peter’s definition) and reached Lagganulva where we refused to pay the 4.50 Pounds required for a 3 minutes crossing to Ulva island. Kept riding with carefully closed rain gear to Achleck, where we took the road that leaves the coast and enters green undulating valleys with sheep and lonely houses in the direction of Dervaig. The road got narrower and barely wide enough for a car, not a problem since there were no cars. Dervaig is another of those tiny villages, but there was a bar which served us cider to go with our picnic, a pleasant addition to our food indeed.

Road to Dervaig


We continued trying to find accommodations for Saturday night but still no luck, the island was simply full and the tourist offices were turning back tourists and recommending NOT going to Mull. Finally Peter could telephone a friend who could loan us a house. Great work Peter! Thus reassured we went back on even smaller roads through the moors to reach Salen. We had dinner at Glenfosa, same place as last night, but why change when we found a decent place? Skies look brighter tonight, may-be sunshine for to-morrow, inch’ Allah! The fact there is still daylight at 23:00 takes some getting used to, but when one is tired one could sleep in full daylight.


Saturday June 05

Scottish weather (i.e. cloudy and misty) again this morning, the promises of last evening did not materialize and rain gear will see some use again to-day. Another of those heavy breakfasts, but it felt quite natural by now. Started on same road (B-8035) as yesterday but took the direction of Knock, going along the other side of Loch Na Keal with grandiose cliffs and landscapes, then through Balnahard and Balevulin. We took a small detour to investigate tonight sleeping accommodations in Tirosan. It was a small house in the middle of the forest, nice and a bit like a fairy tale house, but dry and with two rooms, a luxury to have on this crowded island!

Our Scottish residence

While going towards Pennyghael, we were passed by two girls in a cabriolet top down in the pouring rain, (“ils sont fous ces anglais/écossais” dirait asterix!), and had lunch in the Kilnoch hotel. It was nice to find shelter from the rain, we enjoyed a good hearty lunch with the two German we had first seen on the train the first day, and kept going towards Iona. Rain was getting heavier and heavier, even Peter admitted it was raining! We waited it out under the porch of a closed-down restaurant, the Pennyghael hotel, and not seeing any improvement, decided wisely to go to Carsaig instead of Fionnphort and Iona island as originally planned.

Carsaig!
On the way we saw the Innemore Lodge (with vacancies!) and admired the sea front. We rode a stiff uphill on the way to the house and went back to Kilnoch hotel for a good dinner, again topped by a (more precisely: a few) single malt!


Typical Scottish views

Peter’s pocket PC is fantastic, he downloaded the map of North-West Scotland and could zoom in and out to view either a full quarter of Scotland or the smallest roads we were on at a scale of about 1/10,000; too bad it is not available in France or Italy (French IGN wants to earn money and thus obliges you to buy many maps or CD-Rom). He could also download waypoints and visualize the profile of the road we planned to follow, or the one we had just taken. A great gadget!


Sunday June 06 (D-Day 61 years ago!)

Rain and clouds for a change! Clothing is more or less dry after a night with the heater on. To-day we decided to take a rest and go hiking instead of biking. Our destination is Dun Bhuirgh along the coast, the site of a fossilized tree plus many impressive volcanic rock formations. We hiked 10 miles on a track along the coast; sometimes treacherous footing but stunning views, sheep, sea birds and very few people.


Along the coast towards Dun Bhuirgh

We saw a sea otter, wild goats, pentagonal basalt rock formations, waterfalls, and a fossilized tree (in fact what we see to-day is only the outline of the tree 30-40 million years old). What happened is that the tree, 4-5 feet diameter, was surrounded by lava, the tree (being cold) cooled down the lava and what is left is the imprint of the tree. Supposedly, according to guide books, there is still charcoal at the base of the tree.


Fossil tree and rocks at Dun Bhuirgh


Great rock formations at Dun Bhuirgh

Numerous great looking rock shapes and rock formations on the coast. Sun came out to accompany us back to the house. We had dinner at Diana, a friend who looks after the house that we occupied; she is an independent spirit and an expert gardener. Her son Richard was there too, he runs a computer business on the island. The excellent dinner was made even more enjoyable by the hot shower we had before hand.


Monday June 07

Amazing! Sunshine this morning. What a difference it makes, everything looks sparkling and pretty, great! let us hope it lasts! To-day we are going back to the mainland on A-849 along Glen More. We were told by Richard last night we would have to climb to 1200 feet, but in fact it was an easy ride with a maximum altitude of 800 feet. Road was superb in the moors, very little traffic, great views, another postcard picture of Scotland, even the clouds reappeared to complete the picture; in fact it even rained a little! We passed Loch Spelve and rode down to Craignure where we had to wait for the ferry to Oban, getting a bar to serve a cup of tea was a challenge, in spite of Peter’s knowledge of the language! Nothing was open and it was nearly 10:00.

In Oban, we had fish and chips in a place recommended by Rick Stein (a famous food critic I never heard of!) and they were exactly as fish and chips should be: salty and greasy! We finished them off on the train ride to Dalmally. There we followed an old military track (quite pleasant on our bikes) to join road A-819 along Loch Awe; heavy traffic until Cladish, where we took a small road (B-840), flat and enjoyable along the loch. Peaceful ride on gentle hills, sunshine, very different landscape from Mull, more British, more trees, more farms more houses, etc… We stopped for a few minutes to oil our chains and were immediately attacked by midges, darned biting insects sting hard and reach everywhere, pain in the a…
We reached Ford and took a single track road through Kilmichael forest. Nice landscapes and fantastic estates by the lake. Great place.

We arrived in Lochgilphead at 19:00 after having covered 106 km, a daily record for both of us, it is also true that with those hybrid bikes on asphalt roads one goes faster and further than with mountain bikes. We stayed in the Stag hotel, where the owner was surprised I wanted to see the rooms before taking them, weird Scots! Dinner at an Indian restaurant followed by, what else but a single malt to celebrate our good day.


Tuesday June 08

Sun is shining this morning, let see how long it lasts!!!! We left at 08:00 to catch the 09:15 ferry from Tarbert to Portavadie. Heavy traffic, longer than planned ride (25 instead of 15km) and the wrong timetable information from the lady in the Stag hotel made us miss the ferry. Fortunately they were frequent and we only waited a short while before embarking.


Tarbert and its ferry
When we arrived in Portavadie, there were lots of old motorbikes waiting to take the ferry, they had left plenty of oil marks on the road after their departure, some gaskets need fixing!!! We followed a scenic road to Millhouse, and then A-8003 to Port Driseach and Clachan of Glendaruel with views of the Island of Bute, our destination for to-day. Took A-886 to Colintraive to take the ferry to Rhubodach on Bute. It was a pleasant road (still A-886) along Loch Striven until Rothesay (the main city on the isle of Bute), with sailboats, sea birds, no rain, a nice ride!

Rhododendrons
Rothesay was a typical Victorian sea resort, a bit dead and run down, but “encore de beaux restes” as the French would say, and some potential, but it would need major efforts and repairs.  See article (and our comments) at http://living.scotsman.com/features/The-Rothesay-renaissance.2540524.jp .


Views of Bute Island

We found a pleasant B and B on the sea front, had separate rooms, good showers and large comfortable beds, great!. We walked around town for beer and dinner on the seawall restaurant, nice food and good service for our last dinner on that trip.


Wednesday June 09

We rode around the south end of Bute to Ascog and Kingarth, and took the ferry to Weymiss bay. The Weymiss terminal is a nicely preserved steel and glass structure, in fact it is classified (as it should be) as a historical landmark. We rode the train to Edinburgh after changing train stations in Glasgow, riding in a big city with wild traffic (this is all relative for someone used to Italian driving!) was a bit of a shock and a return to civilization !

Dinner and rest at Peter and Vickie’s place, plus of course celebratory single malt. In fact Peter offered me a bottle of Scappa single malt, known for its distinct taste of honey, I liked it (in fact I tend to like all malts, at least the ones we tasted during the trip!).


Final words

The perfect biking trip in Scotland: beautiful landscapes, not too hard, plenty of single malts to try, and of course this typical Scottish weather which provided a perfect testing ground for wet weather gear! The fact we rode mostly on asphalt roads was compensated by the low traffic and the courtesy of the local drivers, a welcome change from Italy. Peter as always was an excellent companion, in spite of his insistence on calling pouring rain a light drizzle! His palm pilot navigation was a great discovery.

2003 - VTT au Pays basque

Balade en Velo au Pays Basque
Didier et Jacques
27 Aout- 3 Septembre 2003


Aprés la party d’anniversaire je réalisais que Didier était lui aussi libre et qu’il m’avait dit être intéressé pour une éventuelle balade en vélo. Malgré des délais ultra brefs il acceptait mon invitation tardive (15 août) et nous décidâmes de nous promener dans les pyrénnées atlantiques. Un peu (et même tout-à-fait ) au hasard je décidais de se retrouver à St Gaudens (il y a une gare et c’était prés de Toulouse mais quand même à 1300 kms de la Torraccia et à prés de 1000 kms pour Didier !!)

L’idée etait de traverser les Pyrénées mais de le faire sur plusieurs années (2 ou 3) et voir comment nous nous entendions pour ce genre de sport. J’avais d’excellents souvenirs de Didier du temps ou nous étions scouts mais en 45 ans nous avions probablement un peu changé tous les deux, lui d’autre part n’avait pas fait de vélo depuis plusieurs années, d’où l’idée d’un galop d’essai.


Mercredi 27 aout

J’arrive à St Gaudens à 16 :30 après avoir maintenu le contact (merci le portable) avec Didier pour mesurer nos progrès respectifs et synchroniser notre rencontre à la gare de St Gaudens. Didier arrivant plus tard j’en profite pour identifier un hôtel avec garage et prendre une carte SNCF senior (pour les plus de 60 ans) et 2 billets pour le lendemain matin pour Hendaye. Je réalisais après-coup que j’avais sans doute un peu forcé la main de Didier sur ces préparatifs….
Didier arrive vers les 19 :30. Bière et check-in à l’hotel (Perrussaud, pas mal sans plus) ou nous dînons et constatons avec plaisir qu’ils ont un garage couvert où nos voitures seront bien abritées et protégées.


Jeudi 28

Réveil trés matinal pour prendre le train de 06:50 pour Hendaye. Un train en provenance de Vintimiglia avec des jeunes endormis un peu partout et peu de places libres, nous casons avec difficultés nos vélos et trouvons des sièges. Le parcours est long (on passe par Mont-de-Marsan , dans les Landes!) et on arrive sous un ciel couvert à Hendaye. Première priorité : faire gonfler les pneus de Didier (vérifier pour le futur que les valves des vélos soient les mêmes) et ensuite une baignade à Hendaye-plage dont Didier se souvenait pour un bain en famille il y a plusieurs années. Eau trés agréable malgré des nuages de plus en plus bas et gris. Sortie de bain sous les premières gouttes et on embarque pour la balade.

On prend la D912 qu’on quitte au niveau du chateau d’Abadia pour suivre un GTC (Grand Tour à Cheval). La carte indique un GTC qui avait l’air plutôt intéressant mais impossible d’en trouver la moindre marque, pas davantage de chance pendant tout le reste de notre virée d’ailleurs. A éviter à l’avenir ! On se débrouille en suivant un petite route sous la pluie et par hasard il y a un signe d’itinéraire pour balade en vélo. On suit la trace d’abord vers St Jean-de-Luz puis vers Urrugne oû nous prenons un sandwich. La pluie arrête, pas de regrets, et on visite l’église d’Urrugne, typiquement basque avec 3 étages de galeries sur les côtés oû vont uniquement les hommes alors que les femmes sont au parterre. Trés beau travail du bois et manifestement les galeries sont bien usées et plus trés horizontales !

Petites routes jusqu’à Ascain, avec le soleil c’est vraiment le pays basque des affiches de tourisme avec des maisons propres et fleuries et un paysage trés vert et trés acceuillant et rieur.
Nous passons par un gite d’étape qui est malheureusement plein et arrivons au col de st Ignace (élev. 169m), d’ou part le funiculaire de la Rhune, nous sommes arrivés aprés le départ du dernier train, dommage, mais en profitons pour une petite bière et quelques moments de repos. Nous arrivons à Sare et prenons nos chambres à l’hotel Trinketea Ostatua (tel 05 5954 2206) (trinketea étant un court intérieur de pelote basque). Diner au seul resto ouvert ayant des places libres oû nous concluons le premier jour par un Bas-Armagnac 1972 pas terrible, trop d’alcool, mais le resto et le salon oû nous l’avons pris étaient trés agréables. Le resto oû aller la prochaine fois que nous sommes à Sare : Chez Lasteriguy, hélas plus de places ce soir-là.
Ayant effacé les infos de mon compteur je ne peux qu’estimer distance et élévation. En résumé trop de routes avec du traffic, nous devrons en choisir de plus petites ou de plus tranquilles à l’avenir. Didier n’ayant pas de VTT il faut rester sur des routes assez lisses, il avance beaucoup plus vite que moi, moins de frottements dus aux pneus comparé aux miens avec leurs crampons.

Constatation décevante : je ne comprend pas un mot de basque et ne suis pas capable de me souvenir du moindre vocabulaire. C’est pas trop grave vu que tout le monde parle français, mais c’eut été amusant de comprendre leur langue.


Vendredi 29

Réveil matinal avec un soleil resplendissant, le pays a l’air encore plus acceuillant et hospitalier. On a decidé de se faire une virée en Espagne par Zugarramurdi à environ 10 kms de l’autre côté de la frontière. On passe devant une de ces fameuses tenda qui vendent de tout mais elle est moderne et manque de cachet, la route est petite sans circulation, trés sympa. On arrive dans un bled et on demande une bière en francais pour s’apercevoir qu’en fait nous sommes en Espagne à Zugarramurdi ! on repart vers Dancharia (en France) oû on se prend les ingrédients pour un pic-nic. On parle avec le mari d’un couple que nous avions vu à Zugarramurdi sur des vélos complétement chargés, pneus de secours tout et tout, et quand je lui dis qu’il a de la chance que sa femme accepte de l’accompagner en vélo il me repond que si elle était là elle me ficherait une baffe trouvant la remarque insultante... Fin immédiate de la discussion avec lui!

Nous avons pris un peu de touron pour compléter la formation gastronomique de Didier, commentaires plutot positifs. La route jusqu’à Ainhoa avec beaucoup de traffic n’est pas trés drôle, on prend ensuite une petite route jusqu’à Espelette, petite ville trés touristique connue principalement comme la capitale des piments, il y en a partout en train de sécher le long des murs, sous les toits, partout, partout. La fête du piment doit être plutot pleine de monde, et sans doute pimentée ! ! ! ! !

Ensuite par des petites routes jusqu’à Combo-les-bains dont Didier voulait voir principalement l’église oû Vincent était allé à la messe et avait vu les hommes aux galeries et les femmes en bas. Pas de messe le vendredi et église vide mais jolie dans le même style que celle d’Urrugne quoique le travail du bois soit meilleur, l’église n’est pas aussi belle. On reprend une route trop fréquentée jusqu’à Itxassou et nous longeons la Nive sur une petite route superbe avec passages étroits (tels le Pas de Roland), aigles etc,, trés trés beau. Nous en profitons pour nous baigner dans la Nive, pas beaucoup de fond, du courant et des caillous mais pas froide. On se sent nettement plus propres aprés. 

Aprés Bidarray on aurait aimé continuer le long de la rivière mais pas de route et on se fait une montée dure dure avec pente à 18 % (dixit mon compteur) mais des points de vue superbes d’oû l’on voit les nuages et la pluie qui approchent très vite. La pluie nous rattrape pour la descente sur St Martin d’Arrossa, juste une pluie fine, et nous trouvons des chambres à l’hotel Eskualduna chez Katia. Pas terrible coté service et repas, en fait plutot minable mais chambres OK. L’hôtel a même une piscine chauffée et couverte que Didier a essayé.


Samedi 30

Le soleil est revenu, et aprés un petit déjeuner (plutôt moyen) on prend la route vers St Etienne de Baigorry et traversons les vignobles d’Irouleguy, célébres dans la région. On en profite pour faire un arrêt dégustation (quoique tôt le matin le vin est un peu indigeste) ce sont des vins à base de cépages tanate et cabernet (le tanate ressemble beaucoup au sira) pas terribles donc inutile de se prendre du poids en plus. Par contre leur fromage de brebis était trés bon et on se fait une petite provision pour la route. Nous arrivons ensuite à St Jean-pied-de-port, ville trés touristique, pleine de monde, défense de stationner (vivent les vélos), etc etc. Nous cherchons au cimetière si nous trouvons la tombe de la tante Arismendy mais sans succés, maman me dira plus tard que nous aurions du la trouver. Didier me raconte l’histoire de cette tante qui était courtisée pas un marchand de tissus pas approuvé par la famille et qui envoyait les billets doux dans les draps.
Nous continuons par St Jean-le-vieux oû nous achetons les ingrédient d’un pic-nic, entre autres un délicieux jambon de Bayonne que nous mangerons à la terrasse d’un café à Mendive oû nous rencontrerons le producteur lui-même ! !

Immédiatement aprés Mendive commence une dure montée sur une route déserte (D417) avec pente à 20 % parmi des paysages splendides, aigles, etc.. jusqu’à l’auberge d’Ahusky (05 5928 5727) à 1080m oû nous célébrerons avec une bière. La température s’est nettement refroidie avec l’altitude et les nuages (37 degrés à Mendive, 19 à Ahusky). Nous rencontrons un berger : il passe 4 jours en montagne à surveiller 800 moutons avec ses chiens, et prend 3 semaines de repos, un programme de travail qui m’aurait plu du temps ou je travaillais ! Une descente de rève de 15 kms par la route des vautours, avec pointes à 55 km/h pour arriver à Aussurucq, un village qui aurait plutôt l’air breton, pierres grises, crachin, clocher en ardoise etc.. nous avons définitivement quitté le pays basque du bord de mer pour touristes et entrons dans sa partie montagneuse. Un net changement. En fait, ce n’est plus le pays basque rieur et gai du bord de mer, c’est le Béarn, le pays basque consistant en Labour, Soule et Basse Navarre. Nous continous jusqu’à Mauleon-Licharre et l’impression de pays montagneux se confirme, même l’église est différente et les galeries ont disparu. Nous prenons un excellent diner à un prix trés raisonnable au restaurant Echoual.
Nos chambres sont dans l’hotel au bout de la place du village, ancien hopital, racheté par des jeunes bretons qui renovent, chambres sympa, mais vraiment en travaux, le restaurant est une crèperie pas trés engageante mais en revenant aprés notre diner c’était plein et il y avait de l’ambiance. Souhaitons-leur du succès.





Dimanche 31

Mauléon est une ville morne et grise que nous quittons sous les nuages. Cependant le soleil apparait bien vite. Nous arrivons à St Palais par des petites routes dans de jolis paysages, on pourrait se croire en Provence. Routes moyennement intéressantes jusqu’à Orthez. Ensuite sur une route sans grand intéret qui longe l’autoroute nous arrivons à Maslacq à 18:00 et décidons de continuer. A Lagor, prés de l’usine de gaz de Lacq, hôtel plein, l’hôtel dans la ville suivante est fermé, donc demi-tour et retour à Maslacq oû nous nous installons à l’hôtel Mauboucher, un logis de france tout-à-fait correct. Diner à l’hotel à coté d’un couple d’australiens qui ont une propriété sur place oû ils viennent tous les ans. Didier était content d’échanger des souvenirs d’australie avec eux.


Lundi 1 septembre

Quelques nuages et du soleil. Petite route agréable et calme jusqu’à Compfort puis Oloron Ste Marie oû nous déjeunons à la terrasse d’un café. Nous profitons de la ville pour acheter fromage et saucisson bio (non par choix mais par nécessité), saucisson dégueu-dégueu et cher. Nous passon Sauveterre, un trés joli village ancien qui aurait arrété plusieurs invasions de maures et avait obtenu une dispense de taxes en remerciement. Un village trés bien préservé avec de trés belles maisons béarnaises, qui valait la peine de l’arrêt que nous y avons fait. Certainement le plus beau village de tout le voyage. Maisons avec beaucoup de classe et de style.
Balade jusqu’à Escott suivie d’une solide montée au col de Marie Blanque (élev. 1065 m). Sur la route chaque km est indiqué avec la pente moyenne, ça commence doux et ça forcit nettement : 4, 5, 8, 13, 11.5, 12, 11, 12 % respectivement pour chacun des 8 kms, inutile de dire que le dernier était assez laborieux. La route dans les arbres sans vue avec des voitures et un temps trés couvert, pas trés jolie. Dès que nous passons le col oû nous faisons un picnic de saucisson et fromage bio et oû nous nous couvrons sérieusement, la route devient trés belle avec de grandes vues dégagées et une bonne descente régulière qui dure. Sympa. Nous arrivons à Bielle oû l’hôtel est fermé, à Bilhières pas d’hôtel, à Arudy les chambres sont franchement moches, et nous aboutissons à l’hôtel Dherete à Louvie-Juzon (05 5905 6101). C’est une ancienne maison de maitre convertie en hôtel. Grandes chambres vieillotes, lit en noyer, salle de bains toute rose, grande fenêtre, trés sympa un peu comme à Copnaxford chez l’oncle André Duriez. La patronne espagnole est trés gentille et accepte, bien que le resto soit fermé, de nous servir un diner froid de charcuterie, melon etc.. tout-à-fait adéquat et nous évite de sortir le soir en vélo sans lumiéres.


Mardi 2 septembre

En quittant l’hôtel un tandem s’arrête, tout équippé, freins à disque, remorque, etc. etc. C’est un couple qui se balade et dont le mari avait passé quelques semaines dans la maison quand il avait 14 ans (il semblait en avoir maintenant 60 approx). On part par la D35 ou il y a beaucoup de traffic et on la quitte vite pour se balader sur des petites routes ondulantes jusqu’à Bruges (en Béarn pas en Belgique !) Ensuite une petite route jusqu‘à Ney oû il y avait le marché et oû nous déjeunons au resto les 2 palmiers, trés sympa, à la bonne franquette, et à un prix trés raisonnable, la recommendation d’un quidam au bord de la route était bonne.
On suit le Gave de Pau par des petites routes , traversons la forêt (parc) de Lourdes pour arriver à Lourdes oû nous prenons bière et train jusqu’à St Gaudens. On retrouve la gare de départ et l’hôtel oû nous attendent les voitures. Bonne nuit de repos après un diner moyen et finalement un Fernet Branca pour le faire essayer à Didier, qui trouve ça dégueulasse.



Mercredi 3

Chargement voitures et départ vers nos destinations respectives, Didier sur Paris, moi vers Chez Blanchez près de Riberac en Dordogne, pour retrouver Peter and Vickie.


Conclusions

C’était sympa de retrouver Didier après tant d’années et de découvrir le pays basque. Nous nous sommes trés bien entendus et Didier était en bonne forme pour suivre le périple plutôt montagneux que nous avons fait. A mon avis nous aurions pu prendre davantage de routes en terres pour éviter la circulation, mais il aurait fallu avoir deux vélos du même type. Le temps était acceptable et l’équipement a bien tenu. Une belle balade que je suis prêt à continuer avec Didier. Qu’en dit-il ?