muppix
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My first big trip abroad on the bike was back in September 2001, when 15 eager novices headed to the South of France for a fortnight in a villa near the Gorge du Verdon. I've been meaning to go back there ever since, and the recent combination of spring bank holidays and some posh wedding provided the perfect opportunity...
Binky was loaded up on Thursday night after work and pointed towards the tunnel, destination just east of Paris.
I arrive at my friend's place in the wee hours of Friday morning, and we had many drinks. Friday itself came far too early, and it was some minutes before I dared open the shutters on what turned into a fine day.
Resurrected by French coffee, we set about loading up Remi's Tuono R.
We collected many insects on the way down to Brive, that yellow stuff everybody seems to grow now makes a nasty mess!
I'm a big fan of derelict architecture, and couldn't resist a quick stop at this rather grand old house.
Binky was loaded up on Thursday night after work and pointed towards the tunnel, destination just east of Paris.
I arrive at my friend's place in the wee hours of Friday morning, and we had many drinks. Friday itself came far too early, and it was some minutes before I dared open the shutters on what turned into a fine day.
Resurrected by French coffee, we set about loading up Remi's Tuono R.
We collected many insects on the way down to Brive, that yellow stuff everybody seems to grow now makes a nasty mess!
I'm a big fan of derelict architecture, and couldn't resist a quick stop at this rather grand old house.