Auberge Les Myrtilles
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
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... it Paragliding. I’d noticed them launching off the top of the mountain above the campsite and landing in the field next door so as you know by now I’m always on for getting up high so I signed up for a tandem flight. I was a little uncomfortable when I went to the office (well shed) to book as the chap had his leg in plaster. He told me he did it playing rugby,he probably lied. To my relief this afternoon my pilot wasn’t the same guy, he was a very chilled ...
... an absolute beautiful city. The last people that gave me a hitch, gave me a beer too. This is well appreciated as I have my lunch. Millau is the city of water sports, paragliding and the tallest bridge. I find a camping and take my time visiting the city after. I end my day ...
... house, we say our goodbyes. He's going to do his laundry in the city. And I'm going to take another shower and leave. I enjoy the walk today and decide not to hitchhike after all. I make it quite early to Pont-de-Salars. I'm still tired so I decide to call it a day. There's a small patch of forest and for the first time, I sleep in my hammock. I end the day reading one of my favourite books, The Count of Monte ...
... direction of where I was heading. The signs are probably a detour to keep the most cars out of the centre. At this point we introduce to each other. His name is Ian. Ian tells me that he thinks the campsite is closed. Which I find strange given the time of the year. He offers me to sleep at his house. I accept immediately. I follow him to his apartment. When I get there he's inflating the tires of what looks like quite a new bicycle. I had told him that I wanted to visit ...
... to drink. What a magical place. We were unfortunately stopped in our tracks by a valley filled with a steep thick sheet of melting snow. It was too risky to cross (although some braver people did!). I decided that with the tread on our shoes wearing a bit thin and the possibility of another snow slip, it would be in our best interests to turn back. It was still a fabulous day, capped off by our meal at the Michelin Star restaurant, Le Viscos. The chef, who is ...