Trip Start Apr 10, 2010
Trip End Apr 10, 2011

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Flag of France  , Languedoc-Roussillon,
Saturday, November 20, 2010

On such a high from Carcassonne it seemed like nothing could bring us down. That was until we drove though Quillan on a water quest, there our little aire de service was swarming with creepy carnies whom were setting up a circus in a field nearby.
We hightailed it out of there before we were involuntarily recruited.

Along the gorgeous drive back south we got to pass the most beautiful autumn countryside. Looking up into the mountains we could see many ruined castles and we had been seeking a certain chateau from our book. When we thought we had found it we were depressed to find the gates shut for the season. There were several other tourists there who were also apparently bummed that they had made the trip. It didn't take long before they had left and we haphazardly decided to hop the barrier and visit anyway. The climb was very steep and the chateau stood at 690M so it was very cold and windy. On the upside there was no one else there and we had the ruined castle all to ourselves.
On the way up we had heard several cars honking their car horns (at us?) and we speculated that we were about to be busted for trespassing. So we hurriedly saw all that we could in the mind that if we were going to get a fine, it was going to be worth it.
When we descended however, no one was there to arrest us and it turned out the beeping was completely unrelated to us. (just a guilty conscience beeping at us perhaps). Not only that, it also turned out we had visited the wrong chateau from the one we had intended to see from the book. Never the less, it was freakin’ awesome and we saved 8€!

We reached a fabulously ancient city called Perpignan, with promise of many a great castle and cathedral. When we at last parked and scaled the walls we found ourselves in the most dark and dangerous place ever. It was like we wandered into hell. There were dark narrow streets with derelict windowless buildings on all sides, most of which had a creepy gazer inside. It was about 2 times as scary as Beziers, but at least in Beziers there were gangs of police trotting around. Here, we had almost surrendered to the idea a mugging/murder was about to happen.
We did though get out of the bad sector and started into to civilization at last. We visited the grand old Cathedrale and some of the other attractions, but soon realized we were lost and mapless. So we walked and walked. Trying our best to not wander into hell ville again like before. It took us ages, but Jena’s supreme inner compass proved true as always. Bigwig never looked so good.
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