And back again ...
So we decided to come back through Andorra. I was labouring under the illusion I had been there with my parents as a child. In my memory, this was a small, charming town, with wide roads and plenty of space.
We rode towards Andorra over the C 14, with much anticipation, as I could see the Pyrenees looming up ahead:
But as we approached La Seu d'Urgell, on the N145, our enjoyment began to waver. The scenery was still magnificent, but the first of a very long line of roadworks started. What's more, they were roadworks of the saddest kind, that is, ruining roadworks. They are straightening out the roads, removing the twisties, and replacing a large section with a long tunnel, to make it easier for the lorries, of which we encountered a surprisingly large number. So, get there while you can, in a year, the twisties will be gone, and the road will be a less exciting, straight-ish road, full of lorries and caravans.
We arrived in Andorra, to much disappointment. Andorra, at least at eye level, is awful. It is one long shopping street, full of row upon row of hypermarkets selling tax-free booze and fags and expensive cars (at one spot, there were two Porsche garages opposite one another). It's only saving grace was the bike shops. I have never seen so many motorcycle shops in my life. About one every 50 metres or so.
The scenery is also magnificent, but you can't see it, because of the high-rises blocking the view.
Andorra (or rather, the towns Sant Julia de Loria and Andorra La Vella) were both right in the middle of major roadworks, and as it was hot, crawling along between giant lorries full of rocks and gravel seemed to lose its glamour.
We stopped in a small town further along the CG2, called Canillo. Accommodation was expensive, but the scenery was fantastic (behind the blocks of flats and cranes):
The next morning, we set off towards the Pas de la Casa (carefully avoiding the tunnel). The road is much better here, there were no more roadworks, the road surface was great, and the roads were lovely and twisty:
At the top of the pass, I was in for a surprise, as I thought the border would be at the pass, but it wasn't. There was a spot by the side of the road where you could stop and admire the view. Which was definitely worth admiring:
After passing through customs, we rode down towards Ax. Shortly after crossing the border, we had a choice of roads, either carry straight on, on the N22, or turn onto the N320. We stayed on the N22, which was the right decision, as most of the traffic in front of us turned off onto the N320, so we had much more space to actually enjoy the winding roads, and the view:
The N320 and N22 joined up again later on, so no problem there.
In conclusion I would say that I would definitely use the Port de Larrau crossing again, and I'm glad we went through Andorra, just to have seen it. But I don't think I would want to pass through Andorra again, except perhaps very early on a Sunday morning.
Ahh, what a trip.