Campodron (Spain).
48 km of endless climbs, the last twenty to slope up from 9%, the Col de la Seille, that of the Guille and finally Pass Ares.
The blue sign with the Stars says that the border is gone and now I find myself in the midst of a flood with another twenty kilometers down to find a place to sleep.
out heat from the asphalt that smacks of mist and seem to be at Laguna Seca, a corkscrew after another.
"Caution!" I tell myself.
I take refuge for a while under the roof of a distributor of Repsol, with Luis habla espanol .. So true!
I know!
And fortunately, the poncho of pensioners of the ICFTU has saved me all the luggage!
Tomorrow, I say come back in good weather .. we hope!
Lueg Hasta! :-)
The blue sign with the Stars says that the border is gone and now I find myself in the midst of a flood with another twenty kilometers down to find a place to sleep.
out heat from the asphalt that smacks of mist and seem to be at Laguna Seca, a corkscrew after another.
"Caution!" I tell myself.
I take refuge for a while under the roof of a distributor of Repsol, with Luis habla espanol .. So true!
I know!
And fortunately, the poncho of pensioners of the ICFTU has saved me all the luggage!
Tomorrow, I say come back in good weather .. we hope!
Lueg Hasta! :-)
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