Madame Vacances Hotel La Diva
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In the morning it is still misty and a fine drizzle is coming down. The bike is steering badly so I pull up and discover that the temporary plug in the tyre, inserted back in Anatolia, has started to leak.
I ride very gingerly into the next village where I find a garage with an airline. The tyre is down to one bar. I pump it back up to three and set off for France. There are plenty of ...
... you that I don't like tunnels. Not the little rocky French ones, I mean the long, smelly burrows that go for miles in places under the alps and are usually full of aggressive Italian drivers.
But I'm not complaining about them today. Driving past Genoa on the autostrada one goes through maybe a hundred tunnels. Every one is a respite from the driving rain and the chance to sit up straight ...
... said "this is what it is all about" as I enjoyed the great road, mountainous scenery and flowing twisties. Each turn put me closer to my destination of the highest road in Europe. Passing only a couple of cars and bikes as I approached the summit my Garmin Sat Nav showed that I still had 400 metres to climb. Old military forts and machine gun posts revealed the violent history and reason for these roads existence became evident. The road dates back to 1860 and Napoleon III. The ...
... without thought - gently feeling the bike beneath you, a slight feathering of the brakes or throttle to control speed. Curves that are gentle, that open up before you like a beautiful panorama and just like the best 'flowing' mountain bike trails, you automatically adjust weight on the bike as the bends sweep from left to right and right to left. The sensation afterwards makes you want to punch your fist In the air, shout and tell everyone how good the feeling was. You know the ...
... darling" and spoke 5 different languages. She reminded me of Jay Gatsby, in her presence. You would feel as though you had known her for your entire life, but you still didn't know a thing about her. When you ask her a question, there is never a one word answer because she has a story to go along with everything. With a thick English accent, one would never suppose she was born in Germany, and lived in Tunis. She had one, very ...