This is the day to finally leave France. Weather reminds me that it is still spring and dark clouds over Colliure greet me a last time before I arrive at the border. Btw: on my nine months lasting journey around the Med it rained only on five days. Very close to paradise.
One of the best things for travellers that came with the European Union is the absence of border controls. The former barriers are deserted and nobody bothers you while you take pictures where it has been formerly strictly forbidden.
I'm crossing the first of the expected 20 borders and - in terms of tar riding - I have the feeling that this is probably the most exiting one. Well later on I will learn, that there's another outstanding one. But have a look at the following pictures and how the road winds along the coastline.
France and Spain unfortunately do not share the same railway system. This is why all trains (except the modern high speed train to Barcelona) ended near the border and passengers had to swap trains.
Two very similar villages on both sides of the border therefor have extensive trainstations. It's Cerbère on the French side ....
... and Port Bou on the Spanish side. And ... kep an eye on the road.
Following the coast furtheron I pass by beautiful places like El Port de la Selva. No wonder that the region beginning here - the Costa Brava - is one of the most popular holiday regions.
One place not to miss is Cadaques. Salvador Dalì the expressionist painter and sculptor has had a house nearby and once you're in Cadaques you know why.
Off-season, like now, the town still spreads the romantic ambience of a fishing village.
Talking about romance: Francois and Valery whom I've met weeks before in Nice gave me this little girl friend because they expected me to be in need of some ... Anyway, today is the day my new girlfriend enjoys a sunbath on the beach of Cadaques.
This café is one of the places Dalì was supposed to hang out pretty often. Inside you'll find some memorabilia referring to him.
As the sun sets I ride to Spains northwesternmost point, the Cabo de Creus. A lighthouse above the steep cliffs is where the road ends. Ok, and where shall I sleep now?
I try the backside of the lighthouse, nicely protected from the strong winds. What I learn later, also well protected from the patrolling police cars. Two ladies in a camper van who'd parked their car nearby got fined and had to leave the spot in the night.
I've spent the night nearly undisturbed and in the morning the sound of Cadaques' trawlers heading out into the sea wake me up.
Some other early risers enjoy the Sea as well. God, I'm happy to be here.
To give you a little impression of the ride along the coastline:
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Cheers
Dirk