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... water, wrapped in a sheet! Then we collected our small bottles of Lourdes water. The atmosphere is quiet. Lots of folk like us, just walking around and looking. Walked across the bridge into the town- souvenir shops everywhere, and tourists too. Had a not very French lunch. Then walked back to look at the St. Pius Xth Underground basilica. Some say that it is like an underground car park, but how wrong. Magnificent ...
... break is expected.
The first half hour wound through the old town and into the modern suburbs. Then the trail opened up into fields, hills and a then a steep climb up Alto Del Perdon (altitude 790m). Rows of windmills dotted the hills.
Almost 25% of Spain's electricity comes from wind and solar power. The generous subsidies for renewables are about to end though, so ...
... beautiful. Great walks are available, of the short, and long variety. Well worth the money spend on ibuprofen and panadol.
However nothing, I repeat nothing, is perfect. There is cow and horse **** everywhere, and let’s not forget the sheep’s contribution! The last Pyrenees bear was shot some time ago by a deranged farmer claiming self defense. But the parks in France do offer more than their
counterparts in Britain.
... the support vehicles, the souvenir shops and cafe. Finish!
We all gradually assemble at the top. Brian, who started ten minutes behind me, had me in his sites but couldn’t quite catch me. He had a fast time! The sun is shining, we grab a table at the cafe, some people have a beer, others a coffee or a sandwich. Letting our legs recover.
Then time to descend. A repeat of yesterday - long fast sweeping turns on smooth pavement. Through Bareges ...
... again an unexpected but sheer pleasure! After Astorga things changed dramatically - the wide open plains of the N120 were like something from the great expanses of the American wild West, very different to what we had seen up until now. This was an extremely straight road, not exactly what we were looking for on the bikes, so I had to amuse myself in other ways. Often I spotted struggling butterflies flapping in panic trying to cross ...