In the morning, we cleared the site to make sure that we weren’t going to be a nuisance to anyone. After the usual check of the bikes, we off, once again. Henry'e £4 fold up chair had given way underneath him Bill's had suffered the same fate under my bulk, a week earlier.
We set off after some coffee and generally headed north. We planned to make it as far as the south side of the Pyrenees, if we could. More and more landscapes to die for. Henry had to make a nature call. The “services” consisted of long concrete half-pipes fixed “end-up” to provide some privacy from the road.
Henry returned some minutes later and declared the services “the worst in Europe!”. He was not impressed. We hooked up the cookers and got some nosh on the go and a brew. What a view. I looked up and saw eagles soaring on the thermals. Another one to tick off in the "I Spy" book.
REAL AL FRESCO
EAGLES ON THE THERMALS
Bikes were checked and topped up with oil. On and on we went. Never getting bored. Trying to take in all that we were experiencing.
More roads to F1 standard. It seems to be the norm for Spain. Still, at least we know where all the EU money went. The strange thing is the roads are so good but there is no traffic.
CASTLES IN THE AIR
The vistas are so good that I have made plans to return here as a seperate touring holiday. Afternoon turned to evening and we needed another site. We took directions from a garage in a town, just south of the Pyrenees called Oliana. We found the site in the shadow of the Pyrenees. It had a pool and Henry went for a dip while Bill and I sampled the beer for him. We ate in the restaurant and settled in for a good night’s sleep.
THE VIEW FROM THE POOL
STATSISTICS - DAY 13
267 miles Villel - Oliana
2801 miles in total
Average 215 miles per day