The final post to complete the record of this epic cycling adventure.
Cast off from Paradise Villa, the volvo creaking on its suspension, weighed down with wine, hams, oranges, bedding, bikes, paella kit, and Bosun the dog howling, plus quietly moaning food poisoned Mrs Tiger.
the tow bar bike rack is a boon to cycle transport, coping with both recumbent and uprights easily, and ideal for long journey. tilts so you can let hound out for breaks.
Overnight at Zaragoza, on the still swollen river Ebro. Ibis hotel above the local disco probably not the best choice, but good to see that Spanish youth are just as pissed up and obnoxious as Brits at 0430. drove through the Pyrenees to Lac de Bordeaux, via the wasteland of Central Spain's wind farms. snow on the mountain tops as we passed.
Cycled around The lake at Bordeaux, with Bosun (he runs by the bike well, only once hospitalising me in 3 years). Interested to see fellow cyclist hoodied 'anglers' doing a steady trade in small plastic bags around the lake. Impressed by the cycle path and tram network. They do these things well abroad.
Thence to Le Mans, where marvelled at the cycle path provision in this provincial town. They are so far ahead of the UK, with sporting facilities. Plus, in the Novotel had the burger which was sensationally good.
It was a relief to get back to home after 6 weeks away and unload.
Since coming back have existed on a diet of wine, ham and oranges. It is going to take months to eat all the ham, although I think Bosun has it constantly in mind.
mrs Tiger has finally recovered, but goes pale if I mention seafood.
Weighed myself on return, as this was a detox and get healthy trip. I am exactly 1 kg heavier than when I left. Result!
