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... stairs and along paths back to our van for some lunch and headed off to the next stop. Pals is an old old village that you can wander through. It is dotted with tourist shops which sell some really good stuff and if I hadn't only one suitcase I'd have been tempted. Walking through this town was like walking through a fairy tale setting or a movie set and the contrast was that there were hardly any people here. They were all at the ...
... Country to the North West, towns of Saint Feliu de Pallerols, Olot, Santa Pau (picnic lunch in view of this 12th century gem), Mieres, Banyoles, Girona. Beautiful deep blue skies, fab roads, great day out. As dusk fell wanderied the Ramblas and the ancient labyrinthine alleyways of the old Jewish Quarter, with elegant Rosata and tapas dinner. ...
... trucks. We are sitting in the lobby debating start times for tomorrow which is forecast to be another hot day. Our final day is another 115 Kms. Another story which I introduced yesterday is the dog. Apparently no owner could be found. Caroline has had the dog immunized against rabies and booked him a place on our flight, so Tom is going home with a new bike and another dog. Hopefully Tom will expand on this story, but he may be too busy walking our new ...
... on the road (i.e. not just those in our group), and as the morning wore on both traffic and temperature heated up.
The terrain was ideal for me - scenic, challenging (ups) and fun (downs) - and I stopped many times for photos. Each time I did, though, the pent up muscle heat and lack of effective wind due to my being stationary resulted in huge waves of sweat pouring off me. And ...
... with Dave and Linda as usual and Caroline and Lucie took off after the van was loaded to a local vet clinic with little Arthur to get him the rabies vaccine shot he needs to qualify for entry into Canada.
The ride along the Mediterranean coast was a postcard all the way to the Spanish border and beyond, until we turned inland at Llanca where we pulled in to a supermarket for food and water. From there we were ...